"Yes, President."
Titus Zane lowered his eyes, the thick curl of his lashes hiding the emotions beneath, his lips curved upward, yet everyone could see that it was a smile struggling to maintain its shape.
Turning to leave the office, the moment the door shut, Wesley Foley slammed the case file in front of him onto the desk with a smack.
Feeling somewhat irritable, ever since Titus Zane had taken that phone call this morning.
He clearly heard her call out a man's name, one that sounded very cheerful.
He admitted, he was jealous, even envious!
Because, in front of himself, she had never shown such pleasure.
When he had confessed his feelings, he could see the panic and hesitation in the depths of her eyes.
He didn't consider himself perfect, but, for a man, what is the use of a perfectly polished exterior?
In this materialistic society, all that mattered was ability!
Standing on a high stage, how many women would flock to him.
Yet of the many, he took a fancy to none.
