(CLOE'S POV)
"Hon, if in case Mr. Nopera will come, can you please hand this to him. I have an emergency meeting with the farmers' community," Jericho put a small envelope on my desk.
"Mr. Nopera?" I wondered since the only Mr. Nopera I know was Ziggy and his dad. I was suddenly curious, thinking that it could be Ziggy's relatives.
"Yes, Mr. Nopera, the one we meet in the Hotel de luge, the manager," he added. I almost swallowed my saliva after he mentioned that. He was actually talking about Ziggy.
"Well, he's just here because of this?" I asked back. The last thing I need to forget about him was to see him again and again and again.
"I'm not sure if he needs something else. He said he would just drop by, but if ever he wants to wait for me. I'm pretty assured that you will keep him company, though, and entertain him.
