At that moment, a noticeable commotion arose from the first floor.
A good number of people turned towards the noise, only to see Jennifer striding into the cafeteria entrance, a designer handbag swinging from her arm, exuding an aura of undeniable presence.
Several veteran employees greeted her, their voices filled with a warm familiarity:
"Ms. McMillian."
"Ms. McMillian, it's been a while since you last visited the corporation."
"Have you had lunch yet? I can get a few of your favorite dishes."
"It's been a long time, Ms. McMillian—"
"What brings you here today?"
"We've missed you."
Jennifer's face was icy, her eyes colder still.
"I heard someone's taken a fancy to my son. Thought I'd come and see."
She had her insiders within the corporation, and she'd heard of a woman who'd stirred up the entire corporate security. It seemed to be related to her son.
Since the incident took place in her son's office, no one could really explain what happened.
