“Stop.” Shaina slapped his hand away.
Tanya, who was troubled, noticed that the door to his office was ajar. She roamed her eyes and hit upon an idea. Immediately, she put on a saccharine smile and entered the room.
“Mr. Quentin!”
She decided to butter him up sweetly upon stepping inside.
Quentin held the shares; therefore, those artists and staff with lower ranks had to address him as ‘Mr. Qin’.
He felt a headache coming on once he saw her and rolled his eyes lazily. “What?”
She was about to speak when she spotted Sjaina signing a contract with her head down. She was stunned and momentarily speechless.
“… Huh?! Why are you here, too?”
“It’s none of your business! Care for yourself first!” He reminded her coldly.
At his reminder, she remembered her purpose for being in his office
