Standing in front of Samuel Johnson's bedroom door, she felt a slight aversion as she looked at the tightly closed door.
Her lips pursed slightly as if making up her mind before she finally knocked on the door.
"Come in."
The man's voice came from inside.
Amanda Smith freed one hand to open the door, and Samuel Johnson was sitting on the bed with a laptop in front of him, seemingly at work. When he saw her come in, he looked up at her.
Their eyes met, and Amanda lowered her gaze, saying softly, "I've brought the thing you asked for."
The man closed his laptop and haughtily lifted his chin, directing her, "Bring it in."
Samuel Johnson's room was decorated very coldly, with black and white tones that made the room devoid of any warmth, as stern as an office.
Amanda bit her lip gently, carrying a tray inward and placing it on the coffee table not far from Samuel, then turned to walk towards the door.
