"Is... "
The CEO dressed in a suit fiercely grabs her throat, his amber pupils burning with a passionate flame, "Is it you! Speak!"
"Let go of me! Cough—"
Sally Jefferson gasps for air under his grip, her face alternating between pale and flushed, tears dropping intermittently, "I've... been bedridden at home for two days because of you, and you didn't even come to see me. Instead, you suspect me... of spying on you behind your back. Are you even... human?"
"..." The CEO in the suit had nothing to say, his hold on her weakens, and Sally Jefferson escapes, greedily inhaling air.
There was silence for a while.
The CEO sits dejectedly in the boss's chair, his head drooping, feeling utterly defeated.
He couldn't figure out who secretly recorded them.
He was sure there was no one else around and definitely no surveillance. He wasn't accustomed to installing cameras in his office.
Could it be... Emma Campbell?
But Sally Jefferson didn't care about this.
