Since the General Manager was sitting close by, he could still hear Jane Sampson talking.
Hearing what Jane Sampson and James Black said, the General Manager almost choked on his tea.
"Boss, you and Mr. Black have two lottery tickets each, so your chances of winning are a bit higher than the rest of us. Boss, good luck!" The General Manager finished speaking and silently put down his teacup, desperately hiding the smile at the corners of his mouth.
Jane Sampson beamed like a flower, nodding twice, and after laughing enough, she bashfully giggled and quietly asked James Black, "Am I a particularly mean boss? Even competing with everyone for a mysterious prize."
James Black patted Jane Sampson on the head, "No, you're not."
The raffle was naturally just for the atmosphere. As long as there was no behind-the-scenes manipulation, no matter who got the prizes, everyone would be happy.
