This year, Charlie Wood was fifty-six years old, with only four years left until retirement.
If he was promoted in these four years, so be it.
But if he wasn't, he could only stay where he was.
"You're right, then!" Oliver Simmons finished the last sip of tea in his cup.
He stuffed the nude photo back into the envelope and slowly pushed it toward Charlie Wood.
It seemed as if this matter had nothing to do with him and was entirely Charlie Wood's responsibility.
Just as he was about to get up and leave.
His cell phone rang, and he picked it up.
On the other end, a choked voice said, "I've been with Charlie Wood for over half a year. During this time, he has introduced me to many people I could only see on TV. Those people often talked about their unsavory hobbies over dinner, and I was once given by Charlie Wood to another man's bed."
"Do you have evidence?" A man's voice guided her.
"Yes, I have photos and chat records with the other party in my other cell phone at home."
