sawyer comes inside the ball angry, baffled and with itched verbals he makes the workers of the event uneasy, knowing he's hot-headed for the moment all the people around were scared to approach him, Carla sits beside him quietly,
'The old man forgot he has a daughter near me, on my grip, maybe action can get some sense into him.'
sawyer smiles wickedly looking towards Carla, not knowing his intention towards her, she smiles at him happily.
"Carla, after my call be ready, we'll leave."
"Sure sir."
sawyer smiles at her he takes his phone and leaves the hall and goes to the corner takes a glass of champagne with evil eyes he sips his drink looking at Carla.
"Herold, I need you to kidnap someone, follow my car and when the person leaves before she steps into the house you should have her."
"Done sir."
"Carla shall we leave, come on you must be tired." he gently drags the chair for her to step out gracefully, just like a proper gentleman
'sir is such a gentleman'