The office door was open slightly, so Sullivan knocked politely and went in without noticing and sat on the sofa. He looked at the man with his back to him, and there was a flash of confusion in his deep eyes. "Mr. Sullivan, what are you thinking about so intently?"
"Mr. Sullivan, how come you have time to visit us?" After putting away the letter, Tristan walked over.
"Tell me first what you are thinking about so intensely. Is something bothering you?" She crossed her legs and half leaned on the sofa, not letting go of his absent-mindedness just now.
Sitting calmly on the sofa opposite Sullivan, he poured two cups of brewed tea and said, "Personal feelings are not something you're interested in, Mr. Sullivan."
"That's not necessarily true. I really want to know what kind of woman could attract Mr. Kelleway."
Although he doesn't talk about love, he is very curious.
