"It's okay, I can wait for him." Evelyn Sherman paused for a moment before asking.
"Miss Sherman, the CEO has a full schedule today, I'm afraid he won't have time to see you." The secretary's expression changed slightly, and she gently reminded her.
"…I understand." Evelyn's eyes dimmed as she glanced in the direction of the CEO's Office, then bit her lip and left the Yale Group Building.
In the CEO's Office.
Chester Yale was sitting on the sofa, his tall and sturdy body leaning back, his slender legs lazily crossed, one hand supporting his head, as he gazed at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window, seemingly lost in thought.
The light coming through the glass window illuminated his chiseled face, casting a faint shadow on his straight nose, adding an indescribable sense of mystery and allure to his perfect visage.
Under the red wine glass on the coffee table was a photo that had been thrown out during the meeting.
