Alexander asked Huan to come into the room. He sat on the leather sofa.
For several minutes, he was busy with his cell phone. He didn't look at Huan. He stared at the screen, his thumb unmoving. Huan's resignation letter was very professional. He read it over and over but still didn't understand the reason, no matter how many times his eyes traced the same lines.
Why?
"Sit down," Alexander commanded. His voice was steady, but there was a hollow resonance to it, like a sound echoing through an empty hall.
Huan didn't sit. He remained standing beside the sofa table, his posture as perfect as it had been for years. He didn't say anything, nor did he look at his master's expression. His breathing was controlled, but only barely.
"Why?" Alexander asked finally. "Is it about money? Do you need a raise? Or has another firm approached you? Tell me the number, Huan. I'll double it."
