The Day I Kissed An Older Man

"Miss Rita, is there anything else you're unclear about?" Sherman asked, feeling somewhat impatient for some reason. He tugged at his tie irritably. He was not used to explaining himself, and Rita's questioning made him particularly intolerant.

Initially, he had not paid much attention to the matter involving the homeless man. As the company president of Parr Group, if he had to deal with every person claiming to have lost their home on the land he was about to develop, he would not have enough hours in the day.

However, Rita's questions and doubts made him feel uneasy.

"I'm sorry. Perhaps I shouldn't have made this call, and I shouldn't have asked you this question. I didn't mean to doubt you. I just want to find out the truth. I want to know why the homeless man is wandering here alone, claiming that...that you've ruined his life," Rita apologized hesitantly.

"Miss Rita, you're indeed straightforward. But sometimes, it's better to understand the truth before asking me. Just like when you got the seating wrong when we first met."

Rita scoffed and retorted stubbornly, "I didn't get the seating wrong that day!"

Sherman chuckled lightly, but to Rita, his laughter sounded like distrust.

"I've explained it to you many times that I didn't sit in the wrong seat. Perhaps you should ask Miss Claire if she made a mistake in arranging the seating."

Sherman asked in a tone of feigned confusion, "Miss Rita, why are you so angry? After all, I didn't get this angry when you're wrongly accusing me of something."

Rita fell silent, unsure of how to

respond. 'He's right. Why am I so angry? Maybe shouldn't have called him in the first place. It's not like we had interacted much before. He's a businessman first and foremost, and making a profit is undoubtedly his priority. Just like the other reporters had said, I don't know where his money came from, so why should I assume it was clean? Maybe this matter was indeed related to him in some way. As a reporter, am I not walking into the lion's den by doing this?'

Her heart grew colder as she thought more about it. Eventually, she cleared her throat and said, "I was wrong. I shouldn't have made this call."

Before Sherman could respond, he heard a busy tone on the other end of the line. "She's got quite the temper," he muttered to himself.

After the call ended, he took a moment to contemplate before calling Lucy into his office.

"How can I help you, Mister Sherman?"

"The manager from the PR department, Walter Moody, brought up the issue with the newly developed land with me. Please have him come to my office. I need to speak with him."

Lucy found this a bit odd. After all, such a trivial matter did not usually require Sherman's attention. He had passed on the issue before, so why was he suddenly calling Walter back? ,

However, she did not show any signs of surprise on her face. She simply agreed and quickly summoned Walter. Within three minutes, he was at the door of Sherman's office. "Have a seat," said Sherman.

Walter brought up the previous issue as soon as he sat down. "Mister Sherman, I heard you wanted to talk about the issue I brought up last time. Do you have any new instructions?"Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

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sensitive to potential negative news, but their concerns were futile if the higher-ups did not care. Ultimately, it there was a problem, it would be up to the PR department to resolve it, soit was good that Sherman was finally paying attention to the matter.