The latter came back to her senses, reached out to pull Christopher Robinson's hand, and began softly, "Let's eat first."
This morning episode was fleeting.
After breakfast, Amelia Cobb went upstairs to change clothes and prepare to go to the company.
In the downstairs dining room, Christopher Robinson leaned against his chairback while staring at Sandra Smith, calculating in his indifferent eyes.
"President Robinson, is there anything you need?" Sandra Smith, breaking out in a cold sweat from his stare, asked of her own accord.
"I want to make a deal with you."
Sandra Smith refused without thinking, "I can't handle playing games with you."
"Ten million." Christopher Robinson was concise and to the point.
Sandra Smith was startled, straightening up and looking seriously at Christopher Robinson, "Well, it's not like I can't consider it."
Who would have problems with money, right?
Christopher Robinson suddenly laughed, his face neutral but not entirely emotionless.
