Not A Random Woman

When Roy arrived at his father's official government residence, he was welcomed in and told that his father was almost done receiving his last barge of drip for the day.

Hearing that, Roy checked the time on his Richard Mille wristwatch and lifted his head. "How many minutes more?" he asked without first considering taking a seat.

It was obvious that he did not want to waste even a second of his time there.

"Ten minutes," one of his father's secretaries answered.

'Ten minutes?' Roy did not like the sound of that. There was no way he would sit on the couch for ten minutes without doing something profitable, so he devised another plan before another suggestion could be made to him.

"I will go meet him myself," he stated and headed out. How could someone who fixed an appointment with him not be available when the time reached?

Besides, Roy left someone at home, so of course he was a little worried and eager to his house.