The past three days felt like three centuries for Alan. Initially, the young man was overly confident, convincing himself that the little woman without money or a place to stay would soon crawl back to him, the "human ATM." But reality hit him like a ton of bricks.
Melda's silence was a deadly weapon that cut deep into his heart.
The atmosphere in the board meeting room was so tense this morning that employees could barely breathe. Alan sat prominently at the head of the table in a dark suit, his face slightly gaunt but his eyes still fierce.
However, what made the executives swallow nervously in fear was not the menacing aura of the president, but rather the shabby, worn-out stuffed rabbit placed on the chair next to him, as if it were the untouchable representative of someone influent
