"Hello, Chairwoman!"
"Good afternoon, Chairwoman!"
"Hello, Chairwoman!"
Everyone nodded and greeted Ivy Holden. Nathan Rowan, trailing behind her, clicked his tongue. "My, oh my. The power of a capitalist is truly terrifying!"
"Why don't you wait for me in the car? If I let you get scared to death, my aunt will be after me," Ivy Holden said with a laugh.
"No, no, no. As a driver, I must have a driver's resolve. For the boss, I must be at her beck and call, work tirelessly without complaint, devote my all, until my last breath." Nathan Rowan straightened his back, quickened his pace by half a step, and stuck close behind Ivy Holden.
"I think you should try stand-up comedy. You'd definitely make more money than you do running your bar."
"Forget it. I've decided to just be your driver. It doesn't matter how much I make. The important thing is getting to enjoy this feeling of being the center of attention all the time..."
