When Evan arrived at the office in the morning, Daniel happened to have just returned from Graymont City, bringing the good news that the branch's project proposal had been approved.
"See? It takes an expert to get things done!"
Daniel sat sprawled on the sofa in Evan's office, one leg crossed over the other, a smug look on his face.
Evan glanced at him, organized the signed contracts, and had someone take them away.
He got up, walked over to the water cooler, and took a small sip from his cup.
"Hey, I've been gone for a few days. How are things with you and Emma?" Daniel asked.
"Not great," Evan said flatly.
"Tch! What do you mean, 'not great'? Spit it out!"
Daniel stood up, annoyed, and walked over, snatching the cup from Evan's hand and setting it aside.
Evan shot him an icy glare, his voice as cold as steel. "I haven't been back home in days. She hasn't contacted me. Not a single message."
"So where are you staying?"
"Kingsbridge Park."
Daniel frowned. He suddenly remembered a friend sending him a video late one night a few days ago. It showed a girl walking into Evan's Kingsbridge Park residence.
His friend had asked him who the girl was.
Daniel hadn't known, so he'd forwarded it to Evan and, predictably, gotten no reply.
Thinking about it now, he had a bad feeling. "With who?"
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