Jake sat in the conference room, and the proposal on the table had been turned over several pages, with the corners of the paper curled up slightly. He had just had a fierce argument with you- you insisted on your bold proposal, but he calmly rejected it.

Every word was like a nail, hammering the other party's self-esteem. Jake sat in the conference room, looking down at the proposal on the table, calm on the surface, but his fingers unconsciously tapped the rhythm on the pen. He knew you were still standing on the other side of the table, and your eyes fell on him unscrupulously, like some kind of deliberate provocation.

The air was still filled with the smell of your perfume, faint, but it was impossible to ignore. He forced himself to concentrate, but your appearance just now kept appearing in his mind - with both hands on the edge of the table, leaning forward slightly, with a careless affirmation in her tone.

"Jake, you are afraid of me."

That sentence was like a thorn, piercing his heart. It was ridiculous, but it suffocated him.

Jake clenched the pen in his hand, closed his eyes, and tried to suppress the inexplicable uneasiness, but finally cursed in a low voice"Crazy woman."

Neon lights flickered outside the window, and the lights of the city blurred his face. He suddenly realized that the little bit of uneasiness was so difficult to get rid of because of you.