Lunch Meeting with Trixie and Mr. Gregory
I hurried to the restaurant nearby. Mr. Gregory told me that his secretary reserved a table for us. My eyes widened as I looked at my wristwatch. I'm fifteen minutes late! "Damn, I should come here early," I said to myself. I looked around the restaurant as I enter.
"Miss, reservation for Mr. Gregory Moon," I asked assistance from the waitress.
"This way, Ma'am," I mouthed my thanks as she ushered me to the reserved table. I felt relieved when I asked the waitress if Mr. Moon arrived, but she said that I'm the first one who came.
"Thank you," I looked at her nameplate. "Kim," She smiled and bowed her head at me before excusing herself.
When I sat down, my phone rang. It was Harry who called.
"Hello," I said as I answered his call.
"Hello. Uhm, where are you right now?" I furrowed at his question.