Was A Hundred And Twenty Thousand Dollars Enough For A Night?

Adrienne packed her stuff and got off work. At the entrance of the parking lot, she ran into Zelson who was dressed in a suit. It seemed that he was waiting for her there. "Mr. Zelson, is there anything else?" Zelson's eyes fell on her. "I noticed that you were a little out of it at work today. Is something going on?" Adrienne wanted to deny it, but when she saw Zelson's sincere eyes, she felt too guilty to lie. "It was a private matter, but it's all over now." Zelson did not press for more details. "The rest of the case has to wait until the police recover the missing heads of the two corpses. There's nothing to do at the forensic department tomorrow. You can rest at home for a day." "Mr. Zelson, you show up every day to work regardless. I'm just an insignificant employee. I don't need to rest. Don't underestimate me just because I'm a small fry. Actually, I'm pretty strong. There's no need for me to rest." "You don't have to act tough. I can tell you're going through something. Just