(RHIO)
"Do we have a flight tomorrow?" I exhaustedly asked Deo.
I'm not really feeling well.
He nodded as he turned the pages at his clipboard, "First flight to Singapore then to Los Angeles for an international client meet up."
"How long?
"Approximately three days."
"I see," I sunk at my seat in contemplation. It has been a few weeks since father died and I'd been too busy with the company. Then I'd be gone for three more days. I have not seen her that long already and her image kept bugging my mind.
A knock rapped at the door. It was one of my men.
"Sir," he panted "The police was looking for you."
Why is the police here anyway?
"Look for Elthon and tell the police I'll go downstairs once my lawyer has arrived," I ordered. Deo gave me a probing gaze then approached the glass windows to possibly catch a glimpse of what is happening outside. After a while, he looked back at me to announce Elthon's message to meet us at the ground floor lobby.
