When Rachel pushed open the door to the president's office, she saw a tall figure standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing out at the skyline of Shen City, filled with towering buildings.
In that moment, Rachel felt as if the scene before her was straight out of a movie poster.
He stood there effortlessly, as if he had the entire Shen City under his control.
And in reality, he truly had the power to dominate Shen City.
This version of him was a stark contrast to the fragile, lonely man she had seen earlier that morning.
"Jeffrey," she called out.
He turned to look at her, a faint smile playing on his lips. "You're here."
"Yeah, I brought you lunch. Hope you like it," she said, walking over to the coffee table and placing the bento box and fruit down with familiarity.
He approached her, lifting the lid of the bento box as he settled onto the sofa.
Rachel felt as if she had returned to those days when she would join him for lunch in the office every day.
