"Such a poor lover!" Amelia sighed as she got out of the car.
Christopher Robinson removed his suit, revealing a gray shirt underneath, and followed Amelia. As he walked and buttoned up his shirt, his casual movements resembled those of a playboy from old times.
As they approached, people who had dispersed earlier began to gather again.
"President Robinson is always fashionably late to gatherings," Antony Brown leaned back in his chair, legs crossed, looking utterly relaxed.
Christopher stepped closer and sat down across from Antony: "Looks like Mr. Brown really has a lot of free time."
Antony held a cigarette, chuckled softly, and tapped some ash into the ashtray: "Want one?"
"No need to be polite," Christopher declined Antony's offer of a smoke.
"So, is this the end of the good life? Ready to move on to the third stage of life?"
The three stages of life – starting a family, establishing a career, and having children – Christopher was not just one step ahead.
