I’d seen the workflows and some creatives for the Craftsman series’ press conference, but there’s no sign of budget constraints. It’s obvious that Edwin was being used as a tool to test the temper of the new President, so he had to come up with an application to raise the budget.
Everyone seemed to be curious about Andrew, and some of them were even hostile towards him. It would be a difficult path for Andrew.
I arrived at the 18th floor and stepped out of the elevator. There were two sculptures placed on the empty space. The exterior was painted with a very dark gold color, which added a luxurious touch to the solemn monochrome office.
When I got to the glass door, I saw Andrew at his desk talking to some people. The office was soundproof and I couldn’t hear a thing.
There was a window on the right side, and it was open. A gust of wind poured in, and I couldn’t help but shiver. It was then that I felt something huge behind me, slowly approaching me.. I suddenly recalled the werewolf from that night. I was frightened and quickly turned around. A blond man was standing right in front of me.
I heaved a sigh of relief and smiled. “Hello.”
He lowered his head and stared at me as if I looked strange. I checked my outfit and found nothing special.
He suddenly grinned and laughed, but no sound came out of his throat. Suddenly, he jerked toward me, and I instinctively backed away, slamming into the glass door. He leaned forward, burying his face in the crook of my neck.
I wanted to scream out in fright, but before I could, the glass door behind me suddenly opened. I lost my footing and my body fell backwards.
The next thing I knew, I was in someone’s arms. I quickly looked up. Andrew’s defined jawline covered my entire view.
He stared at the blond man, radiating a murderous aura that terrified me. I even felt something brush past my body and fly outside.
The blond man quickly took two steps backwards, and the air became quiet.
I quickly straightened my body and got out of Andrew’s arms. Andrew took a step forward and pushed me behind him.
From Andrew’s side, I saw the blond man open his mouth and laugh again, but still, no sound came out. After laughing for a good five seconds, he licked his lips and raised his eyebrows. “Can I say I’ve found your weakness?” He combed his blond hair with his fingers. “I can’t believe it’s that simple.”
Andrew took out something from his front pocket and threw it to the blond man. It seemed to be a small black cylinder with strange patterns on it. The blond man looked at Andrew before he opened the cylinder and pulled out a piece of paper.
He opened it slowly, looking at it a few times, and then he started laughing madly.
Andrew seemed to have lost all patience. He turned around and pulled me into his office. He then said to the two people in the office, “You two can go talk to him.”
The two of them bowed, receiving the orders. They walked out and closed the glass door, before exchanging a few words with the blond man. The blond man then left with them, heading for the assistant’s office.
“Emma…”
Andrew called my name and that pulled me back. It was then that I remembered I was there to do Edwin’s bidding.
“I’m sorry, Emma.” Andrew withdrew his earlier imperiousness. He seemed to be enveloped in an aura of ultimate tenderness now. “I scared you just now.”
“A little.” I didn’t know when he had found out my name, but as the President of a corporation, it was easy to check any employee’s resume.
“Oh. I have nothing on that werewolf..” He moved towards the right side of the office. “Want a cup of tea?”
“No, thanks.” I showed him the application that I was holding. “I’m here on Edwin’s behalf to ask for your signature.”
He stopped and turned again. Taking the application letter from my hand, he looked at it and smiled. “Let’s sit down and talk.”
He walked into the reception room on the right again and pulled open the curtains. The bright light accentuated the retro feel that the reception room gave off. He sat down on the dark red sofa and poured me a cup of tea. “Come in and sit down.”
I was a little traumatized by the reception room. I was reminded of that torturous night when I looked at the furnishing. I walked very slowly towards the door, not really wanting to step in.
He seemed to have realized my hesitation.
He stood up, placing the tea set on the golden tray, and brought it out. He walked past me to the desk, setting the tea set down and turned a chair around. It must be the same one that one of the two men had been sitting on earlier. He turned the chair towards me. “Please take a seat.”
“Thank you.”
I walked over and sat down, feeling a little more at ease. He sat next to me and took a sip of tea. “Have you been sleeping well?”
I was a little stunned, not sure why he asked me that question.