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It was two thirty when Olivia Foster arrived at the printing room.
Twenty printers were working non-stop, printing the novel content that Ruby Gregory had randomly copied from the internet.
The smell of ink in the printing room was somewhat strong, and Olivia disgustedly raised her hand to pinch her nose, walking around the printers. Seeing all of them occupied, she quickly left the room.
At two thirty-five, Olivia came in again.
All the printers were still busy, and she left once more.
At two forty and two forty-five, Olivia visited the room again, but the printers were still all in use. Her face showed a hint of displeasure.
At two fifty, when Olivia entered once more, a printer finally stopped.
She found the nearest available one, but just as she was about to press ‘run,’ she realized there was no paper.
Olivia, annoyed, switched to another one, only to find no ink.
Dodging other printouts, she moved on to another printer and was finally able to print.
About fifty pages in total needed printing, along with two copies of a contract, making a total of roughly one hundred and fifty pages.
Halfway through her printing job, the printer suddenly stopped working – out of paper, just like the first one.
Olivia glanced at the time, saw there were just eight minutes left until the meeting started, and quickly snatched a stack of paper from the neighboring printer and continued her task.
After about two minutes, she managed to finish.
Olivia finally let out a sigh of relief, and picked up the printed materials before rapidly rushing out of the room and heading to the secretary’s office.
Judging from Olivia speeding past the staircase, a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed her. Before she could react, she was pulled into the staircase.
As she just started to regain her composure, Ruby slammed the door shut behind her and locked it.
Olivia stared at Ruby, asking hurriedly, “Ruby Gregory, what do you want? Mr. Burton is waiting for my materials for the meeting!”
Compared to Olivia’s anxiousness, Ruby appeared calm. She leisurely enjoyed seeing Olivia upset, casually asking, “Olivia Foster, so you do get nervous?”
Olivia didn’t want to deal with Ruby at all and turned to leave towards the staircase door.
However, Ruby reached out and grabbed Olivia, pushing her against the wall. Olivia glanced at her wristwatch. There were only four minutes left until the start of the meeting. Olivia glared at Ruby, saying, “I’m warning you, Ruby Gregory, if you cause any delay for the materials Mr.. Burton needs for this conference, you’ll pay for it!”