Dylan's office was extremely modern. It was decorated in a minimalistic style and looked classy. There was a huge French window, which let in plenty of natural light.
One could take in the view of the whole city when standing there.
Dylan was going through some documents and didn't even raise his head.
Emily walked over to his desk and handed him the translated documents.
Dylan didn't take them. He just said indifferently, "Put them on the desk."
Emily had no choice but to put them down. She opened her mouth a few times, but she still didn't know what to say.
How was she going to bring this matter up?
Should she go, "Mr. Clay, can you come home with me?"
Emily didn't even need to think about it to know that he would turn her down.
Dylan thought it was Brianna. "What's wrong?"
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