Mr. McMillian wouldn't dare to resist if Ms. Rose wanted him dead right now. No, wait, Carl was a bit annoyed. How did he get led astray by the person on the phone?
"So what's the deal with Mr. McMillian? This is really urgent. Without Mr. McMillian's approval, no one can decide on this matter. Maybe you?"
"I wouldn't dare. If I go in there now, he'll definitely blow his top."
He'd seen Mr. McMillian's eagerness before the passionate kisses still made him blush to think about.
"If going in to report is so serious, what if I call him?"
"I'd advise against that. If you disturb his good mood, you might get sent off to Antarctica."
The person on the phone was suffering immensely, sweet-talking Carl to no end, but Carl still didn't dare to go in there.
There was no other way. Mr. McMillian was busy with important stuff right now, and anyone who disturbed him would be in trouble!