At that moment, Robert's secretary then bow her head as she walked out of the office. Her heels clicked softly against the marble floor, and the faint scent of her perfume lingered for a moment before the door quietly clicked shut behind her.
Then Robert slowly leaned back in his chair, his fingertips tapping lightly against the armrest, a thoughtful expression washing over his face.
He couldn't quite place it, but there was something about this unexpected visit that stirred his curiosity more than usual. This wasn't just any uninvited guest barging in demanding to see him—it was the way his secretary described the man, the quiet confidence, the refusal to leave, and above all, the sense that this stranger carried weight, either in power or presence. Robert still taken aback by the sudden appearance of this person, and now, more than ever, he was very, very curious, wanting to know who this person truly is.
So not long after, the door suddenly opened again.
