Arlo Seys suppressed his smile, giving Callan Walkers a sidelong glance, "You're getting even more idle! Need a transfer to the sales department? Maybe with your smooth talking, you'll be the heartthrob over there!"
"..." Callan immediately straightened up, adjusted his attitude, and said very seriously, "President Seys! Can I be the heartthrob of the sixty-eighth floor?!"
"Sure," Arlo Seys replied with a faint look and an indifferent tone, "in your dreams."
Dream on about being the heartthrob of the sixty-eighth floor! If Callan Walkers becomes that, then who would his wife's heartthrob be—Callan Walkers? Can he allow Callan that title? Naive!
Callan coughed up blood from the emotional blow, planning to leave when he heard his heartless and cold boss's calm voice.
"Callan, get all the documents that need to be dealt with this afternoon in order. Handle the non-essential ones, the ones requiring my signature bring to my office later. I'm leaving early today."
