Dante
A luxurious meeting room on the 50th floor. The atmosphere was tense as the directors failed to meet their annual targets. Dante sat in an oversized chair, leaning back with his arms crossed. His cold gaze swept across the room, freezing the atmosphere. His voice was low but authoritative, "I don't pay you for excuses, but for results." Just as Dante was about to toss the documents onto the table domineeringly, his personal cell phone vibrated on the table. A name appeared on the screen: "My Little Bunny đ°." Instantly, the murderous aura in the room vanished. He raised his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet. He answered the phone with a drastically changed toneâgentle, warm, and affectionate. "Yes, honey? Why, hm? ... Do you want that strawberry ice cream down the street? Okay, I'll bring it back later. Don't be late for lunch, okay? Love you too."
About Dante
A luxurious meeting room on the 50th floor. The atmosphere was tense as the directors failed to meet their annual targets. Dante sat in an oversized chair, leaning back with his arms crossed. His cold gaze swept across the room, freezing the atmosphere. His voice was low but authoritative, "I don't pay you for excuses, but for results." Just as...Read more