Pick Balls for Me, Then
Éditeur: Atlas Studios
At the golf course.
Serenity was sitting in the rest area and dispiritedly twisted the cap of the mineral water bottle open to take a sip.
Although it was not midsummer yet, as long as she exercised a little, beads of sweat would immediately appear on her forehead.
Not too far away from her, Benjamin and one of the higher-ups of another company were excitedly playing golf.
Both of their golfing skills were on par with each other; hence, they had been playing for two hours yet nobody had won the game.
Today was Saturday, and she initially planned to book a two-day tour with two of her colleagues.
However, when she was eating dinner last night, Benjamin told her that he asked someone out to play golf and discuss a project today so he told her to come along to relax.
She knew clearly in her heart that Benjamin would not bring her out for no reason.