David And Tiffany Smith の小説・ストーリー

David didn’t stay long at the dining table. I wasn’t expecting him to. Everyone knew David Smith was a busy man. The moment his plate was empty, he stood up, brushing his hand against his perfectly pressed slacks as if he were wiping away any remaining crumbs of obligation toward me. “If you need to go out, the drivers are available. Just let them know,” he said, his voice carrying that same indifferent tone from earlier, as though I was just another business deal that needed occasional check-ins.