At Arthur's Office.
While he was patiently waiting for Nichole's reply to his message, his secretary informed him that he had some guests.
'Why now?' He mumbled before he responded.
“Let them in, please.”
From that moment, the visitors coming to congratulate him over the success of the son's marriage ceremony became endless.
“Congratulations, Mr. Bailey.”
“Thank you. I appreciate.”
He responded with a divided attention because he took a quick peep at his phone at intervals while the guests came and left. Soon, the message alert came.
(Arthur, I wish to let you know that I am glad that you are back. We cannot have dinner at my apartment tonight because I don't have food. Nichole.)
Arthur forgot that he had visitors before him and smiled before he let out.
“Silly girl. At least, her reply is better than not replying at all.”
