Tan closed his eyes when he saw the caller ID, and it was Ji-Tae again. What was so crucial that Ji-Tae was calling almost daily now? Tan asked himself as he took the call.
"What is it this time? I thought I already told you I would let you know when I make up my mind?" He asked impatiently, as he glanced at a load of paperwork on his desk he still needed to sort through.
"You won't believe what happened last night!" Ji-Tae said, running his fingers through his short mop of black hair in frustration.
"In as much as I would have loved to indulge you in the guessing game, I suggest you go straight to the point. I'm staring at a mountain of paper works on my desk," He said.
"Sorry about that. You know you're the only one I can talk to. I can call back if it's the wrong time," Ji-Tae said, slightly disappointed.
