"Zachary, are you feeling hot?"
At this moment, Anselm Hall noticed something unusual.
There were actually beads of sweat on Zachary Ford's forehead.
His heart sank.
Zachary Ford wiped the sweat away and said, "I just jogged over and drank some hot tea, so I'm sweating."
"Then you're feeling a bit weak, aren't you?"
Anselm Hall patted him on the shoulder.
Then he said to Shelby Linden, "Shelby, go get a towel."
"Oh, sure."
Shelby Linden quickly walked into the bathroom.
The reason she had to walk so fast was that when she got up, the soy milk was already running down her thighs. If she didn't walk quickly, she feared Anselm Hall would notice.
Monday.
Customs Building.
After the routine meeting ended.
Anselm Hall had just returned to his office when the secretary came in and said, "Director Hall, Commissioner Carter is looking for you."
"Oh? Let him in."
After Anselm Hall responded, just as he was getting up, Dirk Carter walked in.
