“Hey, where’s Mr. Manson?” I asked our employees.
It’s been 15 minutes since I arrived here. He said he’ll be on his way after he fixes something. Why isn’t he here yet?
“Ah! Mr. Jabez, I haven’t seen the boss, but Inigo is still at the office,” Denise answered.
I looked at my phone, but he didn’t even leave me a message about being late. I don’t care about that new kid. I want to know where the hell is Dristan? Maybe I should call him? I was about to dial his number when a car parked in front of us, it’s Dristan’s car. He steps out and walks towards me. I haven’t said anything, but he already apologizes.
“You are late,” I said as I try to hide my smile.
He’s so cute when he apologizes. My happiness faded when I saw a guy sitting in the passenger seat of Dristan’s car. Who the fuck is that bastard? His boyfriend? No way, he rejected me so there’s no way he will get himself a boyfriend. “Who’s that?” I asked while pointing at that bastard.