RACHEL'S pov.
Seconds ticked into minutes, minutes ticked into hours and so the day went by in a blur, before we knew it, it's 6pm already.
"Time to close!!" Fatima shouted.
"If you weren't a shareholder in my cafe, I wouldn't let you come here with this loudness of yours" I told her.
"Then I'm happy to be a shareholder" she winked at me and I shook my head.
I looked around, all my staffs have left and there's no customer coming in. I reached for my handbag and headed towards the door, with Fatima jumping excitedly behind -she's a crazy fan of Duncan's songs.
"Please promise me you won't turn my closet upsidedown" I begged her.
"I can't make any promises" she replied and laughed evilly.
I mentally facepalm myself as I could already imagine her rampaging through my closet, I could see all my clothes flying in different directions...I shuddered and gibbered quietly.
"Where's your driver?" she asked, referring to Mike.
"He's not my driver" I answered.
