Adrian's expression grew dark. He glanced at the identification card hanging from Donna's neck and raised an eyebrow.

“Director? With the department in chaos, no one has come forward to intervene. Are you truly deserving of your position? The sheer absurdity of the company became painfully apparent. Perhaps it's time for you to start by reorganizing yourself," he added, his tone Laced with criticism.

Donna froze instantly, fear coursing through her veins as beads of cold sweat formed on her forehead.

Rather than pressing further, Adrian inquired, “Is Darian present?"

Donna breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly replied, “Yes, he's here.