The perfect type of love is when both individuals are in love with each other. Anything less than that was doomed to fail.
Upstairs Joseph looked at the slender figure of Rose in the lobby below. David left, and she still stood there with her head lowered!
Rose downstairs couldn't help sighing. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, the facts remained the same, she had hurt David. She went upstairs with some guilt and remorse. Before she could sit in her office, Michelle knocked on the door and came in.
"Rose, Joseph just asked me to give this report to you. He said that the contents in it didn't meet his expectations. He asked you to make a new plan and rewrite everything and give it to him before the end of today."
Michelle's always calm face was embarrassed. Joseph's original words
