The women's reasoning agency.

On the night of the women's reasoning agency, the light was half dark, the director sat at the table and looked at the woman's agent in a cold light, and she came forward, stretched out her hands to sort out his collar, and she was close to her ear, she was whispering the details of the case, breathing through his face, he was losing his mind, his hands were hanging on her waist, the lights were flashing, her eyes were coming up with provocation, her eyes were pulling up boldly, her eyes were moving from restraint to breakdown, her eyes crossed across the line of reasoning, and she suddenly drew back evidence from her folder pointing to him, from vagueness to seriousness, the light was darkening, the air was tense and vague.