The man's lazy voice sounded: "What are you, a thief? Talking so quietly."
"I'm afraid of disturbing your rest," Serena Stanton resumed her normal volume, giving a fake smile.
Her tone and word choice were utterly impeccable.
However.
Adrian Shaw opened his eyes, glanced at her—so far away from him—and said coolly, "Is your law firm always this arrogant with clients? Or should I just send you home now so we can communicate telepathically?"
Serena had no choice but to move forward, smoothing her dress gently, then sat down on the black leather sofa next to him, maintaining a professional smile:
"President Shaw, regarding the project, which part do you have questions about?"
Adrian looked at her, seeing her mind entirely occupied by work and nothing else, and responded with a lazy drawl, "Hungry. Let's talk after I've eaten."
The great President Shaw had to be fed before proper business could begin, so all she could do was wait.
