After returning home, I washed up, drank a glass of hot milk and prepared to go to sleep.
The phone received a good night message from Harvey, plus a cute kiss expression.
Even in a cold war, he would do what he should do thoroughly.
The next morning when I went to work, I was almost knocked down by a yellow-haired young man downstairs of the company.
My Hermès Himalaya slammed to the ground and a piece of skin was scraped off.
The breakfast coffee in the young man's hand drew an arc and spilled onto the hem of my cashmere coat.
Seeing that, the two security guards at the door immediately trotted over. They also were scolding the young man for being blind.
The young man, clearly startled, hastily picked up my bag and handed it to me, his hands trembling with panic.
He then fumbled to pull out a tissue, trying to wipe the stain off the hem of my clothes.
When it became clear the stain would no't come off, his anxiety deepened and he knelt in front of me, bowing his head and begging for forgiveness.
It was winter and he was dressed only in a thin coat and sunglasses, but even so, they could not mask the bruises beneath his eyes.
I frowned, trying to push aside my own discomfort.
After that, I looked at the stained hem of my coat but felt no anger. My focus shifted to the bag, wiping it carefully with concern.
It happened to be seen by Harvey, who was used to going to work at the same time as me.
The Collins Group and the Rodrigo Group were separated by only one street.
So I could see he stood opposite, watching quietly on the scene. His face was cold and serious.
For the first time, I saw disgust in his eyes. Perhaps in his eyes, my condescending attitude was also a form of bullying.
I ignored his misunderstanding, took two steps back, reached out to stop the security guard who was coming, grabbed the young man's arm and pulled him up from the ground.
“I don't know what difficulties you've encountered, but you should be cautious. Not everyone will show you the same patience that I have.”
The young man kept apologizing and thanking me while picking up the garbage on the ground.
In the end, he ran away in a panic.
At the corner of the office building, he turned around suddenly, with an ambiguous smile on his lips.
I then returned to my office, sat at my desk and examined the damaged bag.