To the Love of My Life

“Whose turn is it to persuade our big brother this time?” Edward Woods asked.

“It’s Howard’s turn.” As Rusell put it, both Edward Woods and Rusell fixed their eyes on Howard Coleman.

Howard rubbed his nose, stood up begrudgingly, and walked towards Steve Burton’s office.

Howard paced back and forth at the office door, not finding the courage to knock.

Rusell and Edward Woods in the meeting room were getting impatient. They both ran out, Rusell knocked on the office door while Edward Woods forcefully pushed Howard forward. Then, when the frosty “Come in” sounded from the office, they hurriedly ran away.

Howard braced himself and opened the door, but only poked his head in, saying, “Brother, it’s getting late. Should we go out and get something to eat?”

Steve sat in his office chair and looked at the time on the computer screen’s upper right corner. His fingers quickly resumed typing.

Seeing Steve ignore him, Howard had no choice but to keep talking, “Brother, just now Rusell said that some new young ladies have arrived at the Capital Club. They’re all beautiful and have amazing figures, and they’re of the perfect age. We haven’t been out for a long time, so why don’t we go there tonight?”

Steve seemed to not have heard Howard’s words. He calmly finished typing the last line in English, sent the email, and then looked up at Howard. Cold-faced and cold-eyed, Steve nevertheless spoke in a very mild tone: “I have something tonight.”

“Brother, you haven’t relaxed in a long time. How about not working tonight?” Howard hesitated for a moment, then chuckled and said, “Brother, it’s been a while since you’ve seen the Homecoming Queen of the Chinese Department from A University, right? How about I take the car, pick her up, and she’ll accompany you tonight?”

Steve fell silent again.

Howard, who had been accustomed to Steve’s cold attitude ever since he was little, continued, “How about inviting Lulu? She just finished shooting a movie so she’s available.”

Steve still remained silent.

“What about Lina?”

“No? Annie Beischel? Anna?”

When Howard had recited the names of ten women, Steve finally lifted his head, glanced calmly at Howard, who thought Steve had agreed. He pulled out his phone, prepared to make a call, but the next second, Steve grabbed a pile of documents from the table and furiously threw them at Howard’s head: “Get lost!”

Howard quickly jumped back two steps to dodge, then bent down, picked up the documents from the floor, and ran towards the meeting room in disappointment.