As the sun rose high in the sky, Maxim Sinclair was woken up by a phone call. He instinctively looked at Summer Lowell, who was still asleep in his arms.
Summer was sleeping soundly, with mottled red marks on her shoulder.
Maxim glanced at the caller ID, saw it was his assistant, and casually hung up the phone, setting it to silent.
On the other end, Assistant Collins guessed something and didn't call back, courteously communicating with the shareholders blocking his path: "President Sinclair will be here soon. He's been quite busy these past few days with overtime, so it's normal for him not to be up early today."
One of the shareholders who stopped him early in the morning snorted, "Isn't it because he's indulging in the pleasures of love and can't bear to come to the company for proper business?"
Assistant Collins scratched his nose, secretly thinking, you're truly spot on.
