Daphne Tjia is right, her future husband is indeed busy. Precisely busy holding emotions. An Oscar-lined office chair is occupied by a handsome man. She had been silent for five minutes while observing the man who stood towering in front of her. Her brain is busy analyzing what actions should be taken to deter dissidents. The sitting man finally cleared his throat.
"Alec, you've committed a trespass." Ansel Balder's voice was both calm and dangerous. "First, you divulged your identity to my future wife. You spoke to her in English. You also used your feelings and violated professionalism. The worst thing was that you pointed a gun at me." Ansel Balder's voice finally broke the ice.
Ansel Balder stood up straight as he had been trained all along. Staring straight ahead without flinching. His offense was not as serious as five years ago when his recklessness caused such disfigurement of the face of an international artist that he was fired.
