Chapter 392 Hoping The Show Gets Made

• Adela followed Layson Norman into his office, still dazed from the conversation in the elevator. She barely had time to take in the interior of the Norman Group HQ before she found herself seated on the plush couch beside him, a file gently smoothed out and placed in front of her by Layson himself.
• She blinked, then coughed lightly. “Alright, I’ve got it. You should go do your thing.”
• Layson’s voice was low and indulgent. “I told Barnes to prep some snacks. What do you feel like eating?”