Chapter 86

I followed behind Bruce and John, timidly entering the president's office. "Nancy, is black coffee okay?" John asked. I glanced at Bruce, who was taking off his jacket, before nodding. Then, only Bruce and I remained in the vast president's office. Bruce sat in front of his desk, clad in a black shirt, and his long fingers flipped through some documents with precision. His serious face was now filled with concentration, and he seemed to pretend that I wasn't even there. It was obvious that he was ignoring me. But I didn't want to rush things either. Besides, I was there to ask for help, so I had to play the part. So, I picked up a financial magazine from the coffee table and studied it. But before I could even finish reading the content page, Bruce spoke, "You seem quite relaxed." As he spoke, his dark eyes remained fixed on the documents in front of him. And although his tone was casual, it dripped with sarcasm. To be precise, his tone had always been this mocking since m