I would like to argue with him, but I didn't have the guts.
After a murmuring of discontent in my mind, I gave in and sat down.
Hilton supported his chin with his hand and said to me with some expectation in his eyes, "So I said we can do it at my house. Anyway, it is very convenient."
God damn it! What the hell was he talking about?
Because of the authorization stuff, we were now on the 97th floor with staff from other departments!
Those nearby who were working diligently stopped working after what Hilton said. It seemed they were robots which were stopped by a button.
They must not dare to openly gossip about Hilton.
But they were all ears, and I could see that they had misunderstood what Hilton said just now.
I hit my forehead and felt weak. I was not sure if I should explain it
