During the earlier analysis meeting, Mr. Rhodes had been extremely dissatisfied with the reported data.
He hadn't exploded in anger, but sometimes, the calmer he was, the more dangerous he was.
The two executives were starting to regret following him in, afraid they were about to step on the boss's last nerve.
Across from them.
Roman Rhodes propped his forehead up with his fingertips, appearing to be lost in thought.
In reality, he was quietly admiring the 'scenery' under his desk.
Right then, under the wide desktop.
Stella Sterling was crouched sideways, holding a coffee cup in one hand while the other was held up beside her face in a flimsy attempt to hide.
Even though the light under the desk was dim.
The man could still clearly see the bright red tips of her ears.
Stella shifted cautiously a couple of times, turning to face the inside of the desk's leg space, trying to hide her awkwardness.
If anyone was to blame, it was the suddenness of the situation.
