âWhatever for? The session started so long ago, whatâs the point of her going right now? To look for trouble?â
The person on the other end didnât even dare to breathe.
The secretary hung up, her head throbbing. She eventually decided to contact her own boss.
Before she opened her mouth to speak, the man on the other side beat her to it, âWhy isnât the tutor here yet?â
The secretary apologized hurriedly, âIâm very sorry, Mr. Smith, the assistant mixed up the ladies and mistook the tutor for Lily. Sheâs still at Lowe Gardenâ¦â
âWhat!â The man leaped to his feet from the couch. Before he could put out the cigarette in his mouth, he yelled, âHow did you two screw something so trivial up?â
âMr. Smith, please donât worry. That tutorâ¦â
âWho cares about that tutor! Just tell me: Did you offend anyone? Especially Mr. Ford?â Upon her denial, Mr. Smith heaved a sigh of relief. âWhatever. Just find another tutor for me.â
Dance tutors were a dime a dozen. If, however, he was to offend Weston Ford, he would never be able to bear the consequences.
After hanging up, a young lady came down the stairs. âDad, Iâm done with my class. Whenâs the dance tutor coming?â
Following behind her was a bespectacled middle-aged man who looked refined and urbane, with a bookish air about him.
âYou must keep revising what I taught you just now so that you remember it well. The next time I come again, weâll do a mini testâ¦â
Mr. Smith immediately got up from the couch, âThank you so much, Mr. Hall, for finding time in your busy schedule to tutor her. Itâs been tough on you!â
He pulled out a card he prepared and stuffed it into his hands.
Justin smiled warmly and pushed his spectacles, âDonât mention it. Take it as me returning your favor.â
After some small talk, he was about to make a move when he heard the young lady complaining behind him, âWhy isnât that tutor called Ella here yet? Late on the very first lesson?â
Justin stopped in his tracks and turned around, a subtle glint flashing past the depths of his eyes, âIs the new tutor called Ella?â
Mr. Smith nodded and said, his head still throbbing mildly, âItâs a long story. My assistantâs a sloppy worker and mixed this tutor up with anotherâ¦candidate. Ms. Ella is right now still at Lowe Gardenâ¦â
Everyone who has been around would certainly know about Lowe Garden and the kind of place it was.
Women who were hired there were either extremely high-level executives or, in most cases, high-class escorts.
âI just called the tutor agency and asked them to get another tutor over.â With that, he suddenly realized something and looked at Justin, âMr. Hall, do you know her?â Justin nodded with a smile. âI do. In fact, her brother is my student. Based on what I know of her, Ms. Ella is a very responsible teacher and highly professional.â
Mr. Smith immediately understood where he was coming from. âSince you say so, Ms. Ella must have a very good reputation. Weâre not exactly in a rush to look for another tutor.â With that, he turned to his daughter and said, âGo back and play. Weâll find another time for dance class.â
The young lady bounded back to her room in excitement. Justin turned to Mr. Smith. âWhere did you just say that Ms. Ella is currently at right now?â
Stella never thought that she would feel so unbearable just sitting next to Weston.
She sat stiffly on the couch, her back straight as an arrow. Anyone who observed her for a second longer would be able to tell what a terrible time she was having The moment she sat next to Weston, he put out his cigarette.
He knew that she hated the smell and didnât want to make things difficult for her. In turn, everyone in the private room stopped smoking along with him, though they never stopped drinking and making merry.
Stella looked on at them as they played their games, but quickly lowered her gaze. She would be lying if she said that she wasnât anxious.
She had never found herself in a place like this.
For the first time, she experienced for herself what seedy really felt like.