He pointed to the two seats in the corner: "These two."
"Alright, please wait a moment."
Soon, the tickets were printed, and the cashier handed the movie tickets to Matthew Saxon: "Sir, here are your tickets. The movie starts in twenty minutes, and you can enter ten minutes early."
As she handed the tickets and looked up while Matthew was reaching to take them, the cashier froze.
Isn't this their big Boss?
He wasn't seeing things, right?
Although this cinema is only a tiny part of Seymour's numerous ventures, being under Seymour Group, it's impossible for employees not to recognize their boss.
"Excuse me, are you Mr. Matthew Saxon, president of Seymour Group?" The cashier stared blankly at Matthew, her eyes wide open.
There's no mistake, the extraordinarily handsome man in front of her was indeed their big Boss.
If the big Boss had an ordinary appearance, she might not have been so struck, but a boss that's so devastatingly handsome is impossible to forget.
