"Miss Thunwood, you're here," the man said, shifting to the side and revealing part of his lap from under his robe. He patted the sofa next to him. "You can sit here."
Celine's shoulders tightened when she saw him, but she forced a polite smile, feeling it wasn’t her place to comment on his clothes.
"Thank you, President Carman," she said. With stiff movements, she sat beside him and handed over the file. "You can take a look at the draft I made."
Felix took the file, his eyes scanning it for a few seconds before a wide grin spread across his face. "These are great! I knew I had approached a genius." His hand lingered as he placed the file on her lap, brushing against her.
"Thank you," Celine said, inching away subtly. "So, does that mean we can go ahead with the production?" Her voic
