The disaster girl looked ridiculous.
Her light blue shirt was at least double her size. Her hands were buried deep in the long sleeves, and the length of the shirt made it look like she was wearing a short dress, so long, in fact, that she did not need to wear trousers underneath. Such was the size difference between the Emperor and the diminutive girl, whose drenched clothes were now drying by the window after returning to the Thorne Media office.
James, on the other hand, had changed to a completely new suit, showing no sign that he was catching a giant cat from a tree at the park just twenty minutes ago.
The Emperor sat in his seat, facing Misha, with the big CEO's desk between them.
The enemies mistaken for lovers were finally ready to talk.
"We need to clear up this misunderstanding, Ms. Seo."
"Oh yeah, I agree, Mr. Thorne."
