"Wait, you didn't check in?!"
During the satellite video call... On the screen, Chen Peter was drenched in cold sweat and didn't dare meet her eyes... Technically, he was already well into his thirties, so naturally he shouldn't have been afraid of a girl barely in her twenties.
But the Witch communicating with him was someone who dared fire the president of the Fog City branch on the spot over the slightest disagreement. He really had no choice but to be extremely cautious.
"Miss Sakura, strictly speaking, it's just that the lady you mentioned didn't go to the room we arranged. She stayed in Young Master Qiu's suite instead..."
"What?! You even let her get to the hotel? Didn't I tell you to arrange a 'traffic jam' first?!"
Chen Peter wiped his sweat with a handkerchief. "Miss... that lady got into the car with Young Master Qiu. We couldn't block them..."
"Useless!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Chen Peter grew even more panicked. Could it be that I'd reached the end of my career as head of the operations department?
Unexpectedly, Miss Sakura on the other side of the earth let out a sigh of relief and waved her hand. "Forget it. You've worked hard today, too. I'll make up half a day of leave for you next week as compensation for today."
Chen Peter was instantly dumbfounded. He hadn't expected that even after messing things up, he would still be given half a day off. He was overjoyed on the spot. "Thank you, Miss Sakura!"
"Hmph. If you'd handled this properly, I was planning to approve a week of paid leave for you. Now that's gone, and you'll never get another chance like this."
"Th... thank you, Miss Sakura." He was torn between laughter and tears—though, of course, his expression