"President, it's Valentine's Day tomorrow. Do you have any plans?"
John reminded the president of the company for the second time.
Aman was still serious and silent. He sat behind the huge desk of the CEO's office of the Emperor. His ten fingers were crossed on the high nose bridge. His brown eyes seemed to be staring at an enemy. He stared in one direction and did not move for a long time.
Aman had been in this position for half an hour, just like facing the end of the world. He was thinking and saving all human beings. No, it was even worse. John promised that even if the end of the world came, Aman would not have such an expression!
John looked in the direction of his sight, and Aman's eyes looked down slightly. That direction was the carpet in the middle of the office, but his eyes, as if he were staring at an enemy...
No, no, no, Mr. Emperor couldn't be the enemy of a carpet. After all, the carpet didn't prevent him from doing anything.
