As the night fell, John Wilson stood by the glass window and looked down at the night view outside.
The street was bustling with people and vehicles.
After a while, the secretary knocked on the door and came in.
John sat back on the chair and looked down at the contract on the table.
He signed it without hesitation.
He looked at his watch and said, "Ask someone to bring my car here."
The secretary replied, "Okay."
John stood up and left the office. A few minutes later, a car stopped outside.
John drove to another direction.
It was already eight o'clock after he bought the ingredients.
John took the food materials to Wendy's house. With one hand full of food materials, he knocked on the door quickly with a smile on his face.
A few minutes later, the door opened.
"I bought some ingredients..." John swallowed the unfinished words and frowned. "Why are you here?"