Annie stood at the entrance of the nightclub, the opulent light falling on her fluffy wavy short hair. She looked up at Joseph Shaw on the steps and softly said, "President Shaw, I'll have the driver come pick you up tonight, I'm leaving first."
She really couldn't hold on any longer. The food she had consumed was churning in her stomach, and if she stayed here any longer, she feared she might end up vomiting all of her dinner.
"Is it your first day following me? Don't you know what's required when working overtime?" After Charlotte Miller was practically dragged inside by Atlas Hallow, only Daniel Parker and Annie were left facing each other on the smooth black marble steps.
"I can't hold on today." The cold cat-like eyes under her short hair seemed to have lost their luster, becoming dull and dark.
It wasn't just that she couldn't hold on today; she wouldn't be able to hold on in the future either.
After five whole years, she truly couldn't endure any longer.
