There were many towering office buildings. Standing in front of the French window, as if standing on the top of the clouds, Allen enjoyed the feeling of looking down at the world. He looked at the same tall building in the distance, with a large transparent glass window. The busy figures shuttling inside were clearly seen. The man's eyes were solemn.
"Which company is it?" Allen drew a circle on the window with his cold fingertips. Without the air conditioner on, his voice was colder than the air conditioner.
Behind him, his assistant bent down and said, "I'll check it right away."
Then the assistant turned around and left.
Allen still stood there, staring at the same place with his black eyes, as if he was going to shatter the glass.
The office was very quiet. A sudden sound of a door opening broke the silence.
Allen turned around and saw the man. He smiled and raised his two dashing eyebrows. "When did you become so impulsive?"