"Hello, Ms. Spencer, this is Arthur Johnson."
Arthur Johnson has been famous for so many years, it's rare for him to speak humbly to anyone anymore.
Speaking in such a normal tone was a groundbreaking move for him in recent years.
Summer Spencer, wearing a Bluetooth earpiece, said with a smile, "Ah, Mr. Johnson, what a rarity. How can I help you?"
Arthur Johnson pulled back the corner of his mouth and said softly, "I'm quite interested in your last proposal, Ms. Spencer. I wonder if we could talk in detail?"
"Oh, I see..." Summer Spencer pretended to take the mouse, clicked a bit on her computer, and said, "I'm quite busy these days, without any time until mid-next month. Do you think you could wait until then, Mr. Johnson?"
Arthur Johnson hadn't expected Summer Spencer to be this less eager.
To persuade him to leave Edward Foster's NewHuman Corporation, Summer had pulled out all the stops, once even calling him almost every night for a while.
