"Secretary Carter? Are you Dirk Carter?"
The woman stared wide-eyed and asked.
Dirk Carter smiled slightly and said, "I am Dirk Carter."
"Little kid, go back to your room."
Houston Marshall shouted unceremoniously at his daughter.
Yana Marshall turned her head and left, feeling a bit wronged.
"Secretary Carter, if you don't mind, please come in and have a seat."
Houston Marshall stepped aside to make way at the door.
Dirk Carter glanced around.
The house didn't seem very large; after all, the living room was small, and the furnishings inside looked quite aged.
After Dirk Carter walked inside.
Houston Marshall invited him to sit on an old wooden sofa, its paint peeled off, looking rather mottled.
He hurriedly started to make tea.
Dirk Carter waved his hand and said, "Director Marshall, there's no need to busy yourself. I have something to discuss with you."
Houston Marshall immediately went for his briefcase to find paper and pen.
