The woman who was reporting her work behind her lowered her head even more."Yes."
"So he stood me up?" The man's tone still had a hint of a smile.
He was rather interested.
"More accurately, that's what I meant," the woman answered boldly.
"Oh ..."
The man responded with a drawn-out voice, making it impossible to hear his emotions.
There was no sound for a long time.
"Is there anything else, President?" the woman asked respectfully.
The man's tone suddenly turned cold."The purple dress she wore today doesn't suit her. Don't wear it again next time."
The temperature in the dark space dropped along with his voice.
"Understood," the woman replied hurriedly.
The man didn't say anything else. He raised his hand and the woman who reported the work made a gesture to go out.
The woman bowed and left respectfully.
The man placed his hands on the chair's armrests, stood up slowly, and walked to the window.
