"So even the great Mister Sherman has moments when he doesn't feel like working," teased Rita, to which Sherman responded with a smile.

"I'm human, not a machine. It's only natural that I have those moments."

"And how do you usually deal with such negative emotions?" Rita asked, expecting a typical response. However, Sherman's answer took her by surprise.

"I just skip work altogether. As the boss, I still have that privilege."

Rita could not help but laugh. "Mister Sherman, you really have a sense of humor."

After taking a sip of his coffee, Sherman asked, "So, Miss Rita, why did you ask me out today? Is it still about that piece of land?"

Rita shook her head firmly. "It has nothing to do with that. But if you're willing to chat, I'd be happy to. Actually, it's—"

Rita bit her lip, unsure of how to broach the subject. She realized she had been too impulsive, rushing to Sherman and asking why he had helped her. It might make her seem presumptuous; perhaps Sherman had simply acted out of a sense of justice.

seem like your usual

head, her shimmering eyes fixed on him. "Then tell me, what do you think my usual self

with my stature, even those who are on par with me in terms of wealth rarely speak so candidly in front of me. That's why

"I only speak the truth, so you

what are you hesitating

voiced her question. "Mister Sherman, perhaps asking you this question may seem presumptuous, but please don't take offense. Kwant to ask... Was it you

getting rid of Chase?"

me in

to be as straightforward as ever, asking whatever was on her mind. "Um... Who's

lowered his gaze, picked up his coffee, and took a sip to conceal his

not right of me, accidentally

phone while I was

the scenes, but I don't

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