As for the other aspect, that was even simpler.
Running away from a company? Couldn't I just start a new business?
At that moment, the communication sound rang by D's ear.
"Sir, the journalist you have an appointment with has arrived."
"Let her in."
"Yes."
D turned around and sat back down in the chair, and then saw the doors open, followed by a female journalist walking in, with a photographer trailing behind her.
The moment they laid eyes on D in front of them, both their steps faltered, a look of disbelief and bewilderment appeared on their faces. Of course, D knew exactly why—after all, her 99 points of Charm were truly... well, how should I put it? This damned, inescapable Charm.
"Please, take a seat."
