'Adam doesn't feel any different from me, does he?' inner Tamara. He watched his appearance carefully. Nothing unusual. He also wore the clothes that Adam had given him. "Tamara?” the call brought Tamara to her senses. The man sits on the table with his arms crossed in front of his chest. “So, what are you here for?”
“Oh, yes. So, Mr. Tristan decided to meet you in America.”
They are all back in business as usual in America. Do the job properly. And others do their own thing. “And ask the father to immediately check the email.”
“Oh, okay. That's it?" asked Adam. One of his eyebrows raised upwards. “Yes, Sir.”
Adam nodded slightly. "Excuse me," Tamara lowered her head slightly. The girl turned over. I left Adam's room. But the man called first, "Tamara?”
“Yes, Sir.” Tamara turned to fa
