Across the road, John sat in the car and silently looked at the woman standing behind the wheelchair. She was wearing a beige windbreaker while her long black hair was let loose, fluttering in the wind. Occasionally, she would lower her head and whisper to the man in the wheelchair with a smile on her fair face.
"President Grant, do you want to go down?" Alfred glanced at him through the rearview mirror.
John's mood was like a late autumn night, bleak and desolate. "No need. Let's go back to the company."
After the car started moving, Serenity happened to look over. The car just now looked very familiar, but she didn't get a good enough look at it to determine if it was the car she thought it was.
Caleb came out of the parking lot and got down to help Gabriel into the car while Serenity went around to the other side.
"I'll get Francesca to start the resignation paperwork for you," said Gabriel calmly.
