"Junior President Payne, it's time to get off."
Assistant Law reminded him.
Tim Payne frowned, was he seeing an illusion?
How could he see her?
Assistant Law first assisted Junior President Payne back to his apartment and then returned to pick up the local specialties. There were too many items to carry all at once, and after several attempts, it was clear he couldn't fetch them in one go. Inside the car, Miss Jones spoke up, "Do you need help?"
"That would be troubling you."
It couldn't be helped, it was too much for Assistant Law, and in this cold weather, he didn't want to run back and forth.
She never expected that one day she would enter Junior President Payne's apartment.
Their lives had no intersections,
not even remotely related.
Here, the place looked stark and lifeless.