Hunter's POV
"Excuse me, Mr. Divenson, what are we going to do with the food that you order?" Cal asked after eating our lunch; I already made a reservation and ordered our food ahead of time since I didn't expect that my wife and Gina will not be joining us for lunch.
"Just instruct the waiter that you are going to take out the untouched food," I answered.
"Why did you even bother to order so many foods when you know your wife and her best friend couldn't make it." He replied, and I remained silent, but I give him a hard stare.
"I need your help, Cal!" I declared, and he gave me a quizzical look.
"What do you want me to do this time, Mr. Divenson?" He asked.
"I want you to help me clear Rebecca's stuff from her room," I said.
"Which room?" He inquired.
"The room where I put all my ex's things," I said, and his eyes widened.
"But why?" He asked.
