"It's you?"
Isn't this Atlanta Baker, the teacher who upset his wife during her volunteer work?
What is she doing at Jones Corporation?
Adam Jones's brow furrowed slightly, showing no visible emotion.
Sophia Taylor noticed that Adam still remembered her, and a subtle glimmer appeared in her eyes.
Instinctively, she reached up to brush a strand of hair behind her ear, pressed her lips together, and nodded, "It's me, Mr. Jones."
"What is it?"
Adam's tone was bland, devoid of any discernible emotion.
Sophia hesitated, trying to figure out how to speak without making her request seem abrupt or overly purposeful.
She didn't want Adam to think she was the same as those women who had tried to get close to him in the past.
Seeing her remain silent, Adam found her affected demeanor increasingly irritating. His eyes betrayed a hint of impatience.
Without waiting for her even a moment longer, he stepped away.
