Eric sat with his eyes closed, his stern face exuding a faint chill, radiating an aloofness that repelled people from a thousand miles away.
Ellen clicked her tongue lightly, bored, she leaned back in her seat and turned her head to look at Aldana beside her.
Aldana gazed out the window; her face was serene and peaceful, the breeze wafted in, rustling the hair around her cheeks, and looking at her face calmed her heart.
Ellen sighed softly, leaning closer irresistibly.
Same face, but growing on Aldana, it felt completely different.
"What's up?" Aldana lowered her head to look at her.
"Do you know who that President Blythe is?"
"Yes, I do."
"Wow, that's so unfair," Ellen said, aggrieved, "You all know but didn't tell me. It couldn't be that guy who tangled with you at lunch today?"
Aldana's expression froze for a moment before she nodded helplessly.
When Eric tossed the business card into the trash can, she happened to glimpse the name on it—Jimmy Blythe.
