"You've been bothering me ever since yesterday."
"Tracy, I told you countless of times already. Relax."
"I can't relax. I need to leave an outstanding first impression on him. Come on." Trisha sighed shaking her head with the stupid retort her sister gave her. Whatever she do, it will never work. If Tracy just knew that but whatever.
Before Nixel and Owen left the country, they gave one of the spare keys to Tracy. As they've reached the front door of the suite of Nixel Rossi. Trisha searched for the key inside her bag. Tracy took a deep breath, knocked on the door three times but there was no answer.
