Their things, all together.
He used her body wash.
A rushed shower this morning.
Simon Adler gripped the pen in his hand, struggling to keep his expression neutral.
There was little fluff in that statement; it was all key points.
You could pull out so many keywords from it with no effort.
It was hard not to suspect the man's intentions.
Noticing his sour expression, Silas Grant calmly dusted off his cuffs and looked at the crowd impassively. "Everyone's here. Let's begin."
During the subsequent meeting, it was clear that Simon Adler was not in a good mood.
He had been feeling refreshed and energetic this morning. Now, well, it would have been better not to have come back at all.
Throughout the entire meeting, a low-pressure system seemed to hang over Simon Adler.
Except when he absolutely had to speak, he stared at the documents on the table without uttering a word.
Anyone could see he was in low spirits today.
