Margaret's face twitched slightly. She didn't even respond, as if the topic was simply too embarrassing to discuss.
DING!
The elevator doors opened shortly after. They arrived on the highest floor, where a small lobby awaited them with a single reception desk.
It was empty.
But the door beside the desk opened as soon as Margaret approached, revealing a large office room that was surprisingly simple.
There weren't many things inside. There wasn't even a sofa—only a small guest table surrounded by old wooden chairs that looked worn with age.
A single work desk stood beside a large window, holding only one laptop that looked like it had been released ten years ago.
The office completely clashed with the grandeur of the building itself. Apparently, its owner simply wasn't someone who cared much about material things.
Of course, that didn't mean he lacked taste when it came to beautiful women.
Despite the minimal furniture, there was still a refrigerator.
