In the CEO's office, files were scattered all over the floor.
Seated on the leather swivel chair, the man massaged his temple, leaned back, and closed his eyes.
Having not eaten anything for the entire day, his stomach silently tugged with pain.
He reached out, instinctively pressing against his stomach, using the pressure to mitigate the pain.
The scenes from today at noon once again surfaced in his mind...
That phrase, "President Li, it's a pleasure to meet you," also drifted up.
The same voice, the same tone, the same person. How could the words she said incite such a strong urge to strangle her?!
Pleased to meet him?
President Li?
He meticulously recalled every single word, starting from when he saw that woman again, to every action and expression, every detail, was repeatedly scrutinized in his mind.
The more he reminisced, the more suppressed he felt, and the heavier the blockage in his chest became!