Who is that Woman?

Right on time, Sam walked in.

As soon as he entered the room, he started shouting, "Where is everyone? Where the hell did they all go... ..."

His cursing had not yet ceased when he suddenly froze in place, staring wide-eyed and speechless at me, calmly sitting on the sofa.

I gave him a mischievous smile, "Director Sam!"

It took him a while to close his mouth, stuttering out, "You... you... Madam!"

"How so? Are you surprised?" I continued smiling at him, "Come over and sit down! Don't rush, I sent the workers away!"

"Ah... that... I, I need to make a call first, to... to let the foreman calculate the working hours!" Sam said, then hurriedly walked out.

"Sam! ... Is the call to the foreman really that urgent?" I asked slowly, but my chilling voice echoed in the empty living room, quite intimidating.

Sam's steps suddenly halted, he turned back in a panic, his lips twitching uncontrollably, his face growing paler.