Sophie Kenith sized up the room.
It seemed like a newly bought villa for Irvin Sharman in New York. The furniture and everything were quite new, making the place look especially empty and devoid of human touch.
She observed the room's black and white color scheme and thought that if someone lived alone here, it would be somewhat pitiful.
With that thought, she glanced towards the sofa.
She felt that placing a white plush toy on the black leather sofa might make it look much better.
However, she dared not take such liberties.
Just then, her phone rang.
She checked it and saw a message from the assistant: [CEO Sharman hates crowds. Just place the hangover soup on his table, prepare tomorrow's outfit, and you can leave.]
Upon hearing this, Sophie Kenith instantly understood something.
She looked at the hangover soup on the table, worried Irvin might not notice it, so she simply took a sticky note, wrote a memo, then went upstairs and pushed open the door to his bedroom.
