The heart was hollowed out, leaving only a bloody hole. Joshua Hughes took a deep drag from his cigarette, and the white smoke drifted around, blurring his sharp features. As soon as Julian Carter entered the office, he smelled the smoke. The boss hadn't smoked for a while because Miss Jane would come into the conference room; she didn't like the smell of smoke, so the boss stopped. But now, looking at the beautiful black crystal ashtray on the table, it was almost overflowing.
"Boss, it's time for lunch, are you going to eat with me? Or should I bring it back for you?" Julian Carter guessed that he would most likely have to bring it back. The boss's mood had hit rock bottom, and he was probably not interested in eating out.
"Bring me a packet of instant noodles." The man sitting behind the desk had a hoarse voice, permeated with tiredness, heartache, and an inexplicable despair.
