So, President Simmons does have a girlfriend… No, he likes women, right?
Doesn't that mean he doesn't have to constantly contemplate whether or not to devote his youth to his career?
Oh… but wait a minute, he seems to have lost a shortcut doing this.
"What are you daydreaming about?" Arnold Simmons unemotionally looked at his secretary, who was lost in thought, his voice was cold, and the smile lines on his mouth disappeared without a trace.
He suddenly locked eyes with hers; they were as cold as a winter moon, and deep-set with no trace of emotion.
The secretary in her trance snapped back to reality, giving herself a metaphorical slap on the wrist. How could she zone out like that?
