Idris laughed since he's well aware Andrew acts like a rebellious teenager when he's with her.
"I'll take care of your formal dress, madam, but please ensure the transaction will be successful, so I can finally retire from this job."
Sonia looked at his pleading face. "Idris, you remembered right? You almost cried when I accepted you as my secretary, but now you make it sound like you hate the job."
"Ahem, that's not the case, madam. I just found my true calling." He paused. "Will you let me design your dress for the event?"
"Fine, but instead of white, I want the dress to be maroon."
Idris's mouth parted as his eyes gleamed. "Finally, a different color," he said since every cloth he ever designed for her was white.
Bzzzt
Bzzzt
Sonia's pupils constricted when she saw Vienne's name on the screen.
"Sonia, the child, he's missing."
