John Fame, too terrifying! His mind, too deep!
Aurora Dupont glanced at Walter Smith walking in the rain, then thought of Lissy Lock. A hint of worry gradually appeared on her face.
As Walter Smith departed, he handed his umbrella to her. Holding it aloft, she felt a sudden pang of anxiety.
Aurora could vaguely sense unease rising within her.
Five-thirty in the afternoon.
John Fame was still in the office meeting with clients. Given the situation, the whole office staff was expected to work overtime.
After back-to-back meetings with two clients and a brief conference, time trickled away, darkness gradually seeping in.
One by one, lights started to illuminate outside, neon signs painting the night sky of Lema City in a riot of colors.
John Fame's phone kept buzzing, calls were incessantly coming from Skye Turner.
He kept ignoring them, continuing the negotiations with his clients instead.
