"Mother, Father, Good morning." Samuel met up with his parents for breakfast. It was the morning after the banquet, but they woke up early to prepare for their flight.
"Hmm, I really was starving." Samuel commented on the breakfast. Although it was simple toast and butter, he had a very wild night. By the end, he never got to enjoy the dinner.
"I'm relieved to see you still have such an appetite," Robert said. For some reason, both his parents were smiling mischievously at him.
Samuel was perplexed.
"What do you mean?" He asked. He was getting some vague premonitions like something terrible had happened. Up until now, his gut feelings were never wrong.
"Haha, this is today's newspaper. You can read it when you have time. I'll have an appointment at branch office." His father left after placing a pile of newspapers beside him. It's only eight in the morning, what office opens at eight? Samuel thought.
