Moments after the receptionist left them but the man they called "boss" still was silent on his back. Trying to break the ice from the gloomy and tense situation, Say cleared her voice and greeted him.
But when he turns his back, she realized she shouldn’t have started talking.
Because the guy she wanted to see for a decade is here in front of her, in flesh...and now looking so formidable…
“Please have a seat.”
When she didn’t talk, he came over and pulled a chair for her. He didn’t even try to hold her but his closeness, the way she smelled the cologne he was wearing, and the way he was wearing his tailored suit make her stagger back a step. Say thought she needed to hold her breath because it seems like the whole room is getting smaller by the minute. His presence was so strong that she couldn’t help but tremble.
“Cat got your tongue? Are you that surprised to see me that’s why you can’t talk, Say?”
“Ah..ugh..M-Mr. M-Marciano...I’m sorry. Let’s talk about the –“