Because the window was open and he was standing right in front of it, the smoke drifted outside. It wasn't until she approached that she saw the wisps of smoke continuously spreading out.
Marcus Hughes was actually smoking?
Shalma Hughes remembered that he didn't smoke.
After taking a final drag, Marcus turned around. Without even looking up at Shalma, he walked over to the desk and crushed the cigarette butt into the ashtray.
Then, he pointed at the chair behind her and said, "Take a seat."
Shalma hummed in acknowledgment and sat down.
She could sense that Marcus was different today. He looked somewhat exhausted. The silver hairs at his temples were much more prominent than the last time they met. Instead of sitting upright as usual, he leaned heavily against the back of his executive chair, hands clasped together. After a sigh, he looked at Shalma.
"Shalma, have you been hating me all these years?"
