With her hand scribbling aimlessly on the plush couch she sat on, Penelope kept taking gradual glances at the man who was currently behind a white reflective desk.
Piles of documents stocked in front of him as he scribbled on them while every once in a while taking turns at the laptop beside the files.
With his eyes focused on the screen, and his brows less furrowed, he looked different to the man she had seen in the meeting room.
There,he looked more conniving and deadly to the one she was staring at now.
It was like his demeanour completely changed from before.
Nevertheless, he continued to look as strikingly gorgeous as always, every part of him was worth a shot.
Since he had taken off his outer coat earlier, the long sleeves of his white inner shirt did little in hiding his body
