Norris Moore put her phone in her pocket, stood outside the hospital door, and leaned against the wall to let out a light sigh.
*
AM International.
"President Smith, a Mr. Swallow who claims to be your friend wants to see you. Do you have time now?"
The customer service representative downstairs called respectfully.
Trenton Smith's gaze lifted from the documents, and he remained silent for a while before saying, "Let him in."
Five minutes later, Rufus Swallow pushed open the door to the president's office, walked in with a beaming smile.
The gunshot wound from that day seemed to have left no trace on him, and he now looked vigorous and full of life.
Truly a disaster that lasts a thousand years.
Trenton leaned back slowly in his office chair, took a sip of his coffee, and spoke coldly, "I didn't expect you had the life to see me."
