The woman in front of the large screen had reported for nearly ten minutes before she came down with the files, walking straight to Justin Battleson, a hint of a smile apparent on her somewhat heroically set face.
She set down the documents, her voice neither loud nor soft, remarking: "Mr. President, all the quarterly work reports are in here, would it be bothering you to take a look?"
Hearing this, Justin looked up and took the files, nodded, saying: "Alright, I'll review it."
There was no emotion in his voice, it was even difficult to tell what he was thinking.
A sigh escaped from Charlotte Thompson, her face still flushed.
If she hadn't known, who would have believed that a man like that, just a minute ago, was like a child, using the desk to hide his impromptu kiss from her.
An unknown feeling welled up in her heart, as if honey had flowed from the bottom of it.
