As he made his way upstairs, his path crossed Summer again, who was busy rummaging through the fridge.
"Where are you going?" Summer asked, her tone curious but not pressing.
"Somewhere," Don replied, keeping it vague. She narrowed her eyes at him, clearly suspicious, but after a moment, she just muttered, "Whatever," and turned her attention back to the fridge.
Don walked upstairs and once he reached his room, he closed the door behind him and answered the call. "Morning, Gary."
"Good morning, sir. I hope you're doing well."
"I'm fine," Don replied, glancing out the window at the backyard where Samantha and Amanda were still laughing together. "How are Elle and yourself?"
"We're both fine, thank you for asking," Gary responded before quickly getting to the point. "Now, onto why I called. I read through your message, and I showed it to the young madam. She and I both believe it to be brilliant—thorough, too, I must say."
