"Since we've reached a preliminary agreement, let's find a time to sign the contract next time." George Flack stood up from the sofa, even though there was a wider path, he insisted on squeezing past Aria Grant. "I don't know if I have the honor of inviting Mrs. Grant to have a meal, as a pre-celebration of our pleasant cooperation?"
Having just agreed to receive money, Aria couldn't possibly turn her back on George right away, so she nodded her head, "As Mr. Flack wishes."
"By the way, didn't Mr. Thompson mention that you had an appointment at noon?" George looked at David, with a knowing smile.
David was about to ask when he had said something about having an appointment at noon when he suddenly received George's death stare.
