Hera took the postcard, which featured a middle-aged man with a large belly and East Asian features, wearing sunglasses and a T-shirt.

He has the air of a director at first glance.

"Oh, thank you."

Hera nodded slightly in thanks and prepared to go to the lounge to find Ekaren.

But as soon as he left, Twa called him back.

"What's wrong?" Hera stopped and turned around.

Twa pulled out another postcard featuring bars and hotels.

"Because the performance was so successful, we decided to celebrate here."

Miss Hera, you can invite your friends over, just have fun.

Hera looked at the postcard, nodded again, and returned to the lounge.

"Boss."

Upon seeing Hera enter, Ekaren gave a somewhat awkward smile.

"Congratulations, boss! You managed to bring the concert to a perfect end..."

'What am I saying! I'm so nervous I can't even speak!'

"Okay, go tell Tote and the others to come here tonight."

Hera tossed two postcards to Ekalen and then collapsed onto the sofa next to her.

"Okay, boss..."

Ekalen picked up her phone and started notifying the others.

Hera just lay there quietly, lost in thought. In truth, it didn't matter to Hera whether she played or not.

After all, I don't have any emotional needs; as long as I have enough to eat, that's enough.

However, I do have my own underlings.

Although one's own underlings would never betray them, the benefits and treatment should still be better.

Taking them out for fun occasionally is a way to help them relax.