Chapter 225

The president's private elevator quickly reached the building's top floor. When the luxurious doors opened, Natalie stepped out of the elevator with Terry closely behind her.

A heavy atmosphere filled the air.

"Where is everyone? Where have they gone? Isn't today a workday?" Natalie asked as she walked down the corridor without seeing a soul.

Terry avoided her gaze. "Yeah, it's a workday. Everybody's at their desks. "

"At their desks? Why didn't I see any of them?" Natalie frowned as she scanned the office and noticed everyone slumped over their desks. They looked tired and dispirited from the dark circles on their faces.

"What's going on?" asked Natalie, blinking. "Why does everybody seem so tired? Is Josh torturing you guys?"

Terry waved his hand and faintly replied, "Not exactly, but Mr. Grayson is pushing us hard.

"Can you talk to Mr. Grayson and ask him to cut us some slack? We've been working overtime for days. Our bodies can't take it anymore."

Everyone's hearts held uns