"How is this painting?"
A bald, middle-aged white man wearing black-rimmed glasses walked in from outside.
This private reception room was enclosed by glass without any coverings, making it possible to see inside and out. However, the soundproofing was excellent; once the door was closed, hardly any noise from outside could be heard.
Brian turned his head to the newcomer, "Professor Mycroft?"
Mycroft nodded, "Yes, but I prefer people to call me by my name directly. How do you feel about this painting? It was a gift from a friend from Hua Country. He said that they prefer the 'sense of atmosphere' in their ink paintings. I've never understood what that means, so I hung it up here in hopes of finding someone to interpret it for me."
"Sense of atmosphere?"
Brian thought for a moment and pointed to Mycroft's tall, gorgeous secretary standing behind him, "Green, how would you approach her if you wanted to sleep with her?"
Green: "Ah?"
