All the contracts they got were those not wanted by others.

Reading this far, Zoe rubbed her forehead in speechlessness.

She also had to admire how much these ten artists must love this company that they would not leave it even when it had been in such a state.

She collected the documents and wrote a summary on her notebook. Then she closed the notebook and stood up.

She stretched herself and took a look at the clock on the wall. It was half past ten in the evening already.

How time flied.

She ...