Ariel Morris, holding a cup of juice and two pieces of cake, knocked on the door of the CEO's office.
"Come in." A faint voice sounded from inside.
Ariel Morris pushed the door open and went in.
Arlo Seys was seriously handling documents, his head lowered.
The peaceful years were well, the sunset cast on his cool face, his expression focused, and his fair fingers swiftly wrote on the documents, signing that perfect signature.
Ariel Morris walked over to him, a gentle smile unconsciously on her face.
His handwriting, like himself, was pleasing and refreshing, elegant and grand, nobility was inherent.
After signing the document in his hand, Arlo Seys remembered someone had knocked earlier. As he lifted his eyes, he saw Ariel Morris staring at him in a daze.
Arlo Seys smiled faintly, "What are you daydreaming about, Mrs. Seys?"
