Five years later
Ryan was seated in the luxurious limo, glancing at his wrist watch impatiently. When exactly are they going to arrive at that tennis court?
And why would those men decide to meet him there to begin either? As far as he knew, there was no competition that day nor was there any for the week.
Ryan stared out the window as his assistant Cherry went on and on about the schedule he had to meet like he wasn't aware of them or something.
Could he blame her?
She was only doing her job and he knew for one that he was going to fire her if she didn't do her job.
"Cherry?" Ryan called without looking at her.
"Yes sir,? Do you need anything sir?" She asked
Yes he needs something! She could totally help him with a dose of shut up medicine!
Doesn't she get the hint? He's had too many things on his mind and having her tell him how hectic his day was going to be wasn't exactly helping…
