The sky was about to darken, and clouds accompanied it from afar. The twilight was dyed with a brilliant suggests, and the crowd by the road walked with the cool breeze.
A somber atmosphere hung heavy in the towering skyscraper.
A woman was sitting on the office chair, her stunningly beautiful face fraught with a dark mood. A few individuals stood in front of her, heads down and faces uneasy.
It was as if they were waiting for an order, like a guillotine hanging over their heads.
Grace Webb was looking at the feedback results in her hands.
Her eyelids lifted slightly, her dark eyes reflecting coldness: "After two months of trailing behind, the result is...still under consideration... and there are better acquisition parties?"
Her words were imbued with an icy sternness that sent chills down one's spine.
