Reige entertwined his fingers and looked at me intently.
I don't want to looked at him back, but seemed like there's something in his gaze that pulled me to look back at him.
He didn't focus on my designs, but he focused on me only.
Shit.
"The last two floors of tower three, two and one there, as well as the remaining, were designed accordingly to what Mr.Servantes told me. I included this report to Mr. Steven Ochea. I will also set up a meeting with him soon. We will talk about this unit."
"That's great. I will give you his contact number, or do you already have his number"
Mr.Servantes asked.
He meant the famous painter.
A famous and hearthrob in his century, Steven Ochea.
"Yes...i already have."
"Are we gonna get her designs for five towers? It is reductant."
Reige suddenly
