At first, I planned to return to the hotel for a bath and much needed sleep. But with the third party's arrival, my plan had to be put on hold. After all, I was in charge of the project. It would be inappropriate if I didn't show up.
So I nodded and said, "Well, Let me know which room you'll be in. When I'm done dealing with the affairs here at the base, I'll go over immediately." He agreed and hung up the phone.
I was exhausted by the time I got off work. The mobile phone in my bag kept going off, but I haven't had the time to check who was calling.
As I left the base, I finally had the opportunity to check my dozens of messages.
It turned out that they were all from Hendrix. But instead of messages, they were all money transfers.
I grimaced in disapproval. The money will return to him within 24 hours.
Sebastian made a reservation for dinner at the hotel that evening. When I was about to take Hugo's car, I saw Hendrix in a black suit with flowers in his hand standing at the entrance to the base.
I had to admit it was quite romantic. He knew to have flowers when admitting his mistake.
I pretended not to see him. When I saw Hugo, I said, "Mr. Lance, I might have to take your car to the hotel."
He glanced briefly at Hendrix, smiled and said, "Did you have a fight?"
I smiled and said with a little embarrassment, "Is it on your route?"
He smiled and said, "It's on my route!"
As I walked with him to the car, Hendrix blocked my way. He handed me the flowers in his arms and said, "I'm here to pick you up from work!"
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