"Come to the tiered conference room,"
The tiered conference room?
Phoebe Hoffman knew that the exchange meeting was taking place in the tiered conference room. It seemed Nathalie Quinlan had botched her presentation, and Wallace Radcliff still needed her to wrap things up.
Her eyes flashed with a glint of scorn as her lips curled into a smirk. She was just about to say that it wasn't convenient for her when she heard a series of beeps indicating the end of a call from her phone.
Phoebe pulled her phone away to find that the other person had already hung up!
"...Huh?" She held her breath, grasping the phone, laughing out of annoyance.