"If I don't pick up on a few of your loopholes that fall apart on their own in a debate, I'd feel unworthy of this suit. You, my dear, still need some more practice."
She couldn't help but roll her eyes and mutter in a low voice.
"I'm not some goblin, I don't have that many holes for you to dig into."
But he only raised his brows and replied lazily.
"What a coincidence, neither am I. We're a match made in heaven."
Vivian Sinclair: "..."
She took a deep breath and silently chanted to herself.
Tolerance brings peace, letting go brings a wider world.
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The business trip schedule was tight as a noose.
Three meetings in one day, two rounds of negotiations, plus countless documents needing review, signatures, and archiving.
Even meals were just sandwiches wolfed down in the car.
In a blink, it was the last day.
Vivian Sinclair got up before dawn, as usual.
Outside, it was still a murky night, the hazy glow of streetlights seeping into the room through the curtains.
