Are they looking for the owner of the house? If yes, is it me, the old owner they are looking for or are they looking for the new one? The questions lingered in my thoughts even after I turned the engine on and drove away to the direction where the sleek Lamborghini drove. I feel bothered by those questions because if they're searching for me then it must be important. So important that they went to the house themselves instead of sending someone else to do the job.
But then a reasonable part of my brain told me, I don't know the couple so they probably weren't looking for me at all. With that thought in my mind, my worries faded and I shifted my attention to the steering wheel.
There was a beep on my phone which was lying on the dashboard. I glanced at it and saw just in time as a message popped up. It was from the lawyer, informating me he's already waiting in the restaurant. His early appointment got canceled so he decided to head straight to our meeting place.