Time limit makes or breaks a human.
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(Same time, Friday—11:33 pm.)
“I believe you’re rushing things too much, Sir Lucian.”
Standing behind the man who is drowning himself in liquor after spending an all-nighter for paper works, Winter Cameron held the strap of her shoulder bag tightly with her left hand. Since she is a subordinate of the currently kicked out director of JHC, she shouldered his work in the company, along with carrying her duties as his secretary. Now, dressed in her comfortable clothes after work, she rushed to the bar after the call from her boss.
“I am not, Winter.” He chuckled, then proceeded to pour himself another shot. “One month is the maximum time that ‘Lucian Everest’ can take. It’s the longest time he can gain ultimate trust from people around him.” His
