In the midst of the drifting smoke, he shifted his body and said to Grace Gordon, "Come in..."
After stepping inside, Grace put on the slippers she wore last time she came.
"Do you need something?" Stanhope Brown had already walked to the sofa while Grace was changing her shoes, placing a cigarette between his lips, and tidying up the documents.
Grace stood cautiously behind Stanhope and nodded, "Yes."
"Sit..." Stanhope took a bottle of water from the refrigerator for Grace, handed it to her, and sat down comfortably on the sofa with his legs crossed, "What's the matter?"
Grace put down the water in her hand and went straight to the point, "Mr. Secretary of State, you told me last time that Susan... isn't cut out for the industry, that her ability to judge people is as terrible as mine, and that she is easily blinded by emotions. I want to know... if you know something?"
Grace's eyes reddened as she mentioned Susan, her fists clenched.
