The Day I Kissed An Older Man

"Miss Rita, is there anything else you're unclear about?" Sherman asked, feeling somewhat impatient for some reason. He tugged at his tie irritably. He was not used to explaining himself, and Rita's questioning made him particularly intolerant.

Initially, he had not paid much attention to the matter involving the homeless man. As the company president of Parr Group, if he had to deal with every person claiming to have lost their home on the land he was about to develop, he would not have enough hours in the day.

However, Rita's questions and doubts made him feel uneasy.

"I'm sorry. Perhaps I shouldn't have made this call, and I shouldn't have asked you this question. I didn't mean to doubt you. I just want to find out the truth. I want to know why the homeless man is wandering here alone, claiming that...that you've ruined his life," Rita apologized hesitantly.

"Miss Rita, you're indeed straightforward. But sometimes, it's better to understand the truth before asking me. Just like when you got the seating wrong when we first met."

Rita scoffed and retorted stubbornly, "I didn't get the seating wrong that day!"

to Rita,

it to you many times that I didn't sit in the wrong seat. Perhaps you should ask Miss Claire if

Rita, why are you so angry? After all, I didn't get this angry when you're wrongly

respond. 'He's right. Why am I so angry? Maybe shouldn't have called him in the first place. It's not like we had interacted much before. He's a businessman first and foremost, and making a profit is undoubtedly his priority. Just like the other reporters had said, I don't know where his money came from, so why should I assume it was clean? Maybe this matter was indeed related to him in some way. As a

heart grew colder as she thought more about it. Eventually, she cleared her throat

the other end

took a moment to contemplate before

can I help you, Mister

the PR department, Walter Moody, brought up the issue with the newly developed