On the other hand, Joshua Sulliven was not doing much better. Progress was slow, with piles of documents stacked up like small mountains in front of him. He stared at his own shadow cast by the desk lamp on the table, not knowing what he was pondering over. It was not until a drop of ink fell from his fountain pen onto the white paper, staining a patch of black ink, that he snapped out of it. After hastily scribbling down a few words, he lapsed into a new round of daydreaming.
At this moment, in this understated, luxurious room, two people with different thoughts were shrouded in the same hazy light. Each harbored their own little secrets, and the air was filled with an indescribable atmosphere of ambiguity. It seemed that something was about to emerge from the ground, causing an inexplicable acceleration of the heartbeat and blushing.
Time passed every minute and every second; when Keira Leaf raised her head to look at the time, she realized it was already half past ten.
