"Mr. Steve Burton, wasn't it you who just said I should rest well and not work too late? Look at me now, in the middle of the night, still working overtime. Are you okay with dumping all your work on me?"
"Indeed, I should feel bad." Steve said apologetically, but his words were devoid of any guilt. The corner of his mouth was twitching up in amusement as he spoke languidly in a helpless tone, "But what can I do? I am a father of triplets, after all!"
Before Russell Henris could react, he bluntly ended the call.
Listening to the busy tone on the phone, Russell gritted his teeth and spat out a curse. Just because he had triplets, did he get to be so willful?
After ending the call with Russell, Steve dials Edward Woods. It seemed like Edward was already asleep, his voice muffled, "Bro, why are you calling so late?"
