She didn't have the energy to play this ambiguous word game with him.
Tristan Sterling didn't say much more, just stood there and let out a soft chuckle.
Then he slowly followed her in and silently sat across from her.
There was no conversation between them, only the slight clinking of cutlery against porcelain plates.
After the meal, each of them picked up their briefcases.
They left the apartment one after the other, took separate cabs, and headed to their respective companies.
The meeting turned out to be long and tedious.
The air conditioning was set a bit low, and the conference room was dimly lit.
Vivian Sinclair forced herself to stay alert and kept taking notes, the pen making a rustling sound on the paper.
Eleven o'clock.
The discussion in the conference room had been going on for nearly two hours.
The main topics had basically been covered.
However, one last PPT presentation remained, and it was her turn to report.
