"Good morning, President Sutton."
"You came over but didn't call to wake me up."
Stellan Sutton sat down wearily at the dining table and reached out to Eve Sherman.
Eve Sherman handed him the schedule book, "Originally, you were going to play golf with Mr. Donovan this morning, but they called to say the plan's delayed, so you have nothing this morning, hence I didn't wake you."
Stellan Sutton looked like he had severe dark circles, as if he slept poorly last night.
"Did you not sleep well due to insomnia? Or was it because you ate something unusual at my house that upset your stomach?"
Eve Sherman had already pondered various possibilities and, seeing Stellan Sutton in such a poor state, couldn't help but ask.
"Neither."
Stellan Sutton shook his head, "Just some things that got delayed, making me sleep late, but I'm physically fine. There's no problem with the food at your place either, don't overthink it."
