Damian Sinclair gazed intensely into the distance, the dull ache in his chest making him tilt his head back and close his eyes, forcing back a certain bitterness rising in his reddened eyes.
He stood in front of the glass wall, not knowing how long he had been there. Watching the sun squeeze through the clouds, inch by inch climbing to the highest sky.
"Knock knock."
The office door was knocked again, the chief secretary cautiously pushed open the door and said, "President Sinclair, shall I order lunch for you?"
It turned out it was already noon. He had been standing in front of the glass wall, without doing any work, for several hours.
Damian Sinclair turned around expressionlessly, walked back to the chair in front of the desk, and said, "No need."
"Alright." The chief secretary hesitated for a moment but ultimately did not dare to ask more, gently closed the door and retreated.
