Aaron then received a call from the company.
"Mr. Swift, the PR department has fully processed ......"
The voice on the phone continues.
The man's cold, stern gaze was instead drawn to two figures at the end of the corridor.
Andrew stood with Sherry at the self-service drink machine, Sherry bent over, picking at the coins inside the box and holding a bottle of ice water she had just bought.
Andrew, on the other hand, is full of gentleness, and the two are ambiguously intimate.
"Mr. Swift?"
Aaron's tone snapped cold, "If things further affect Night Group's projects next quarter, everyone in PR will be fired."
So saying, he hung up the phone and turned to walk in the other direction.
Sherry took her water bottle and glanced in the direction where Aaron had just been standing, but at
