If Nigel didnât chase her out, she was rather keen on staying longer. She had been forced to swallow all manner of anger and frustration for the past year ever since Bonnie came home. The once warm and inviting home now made her depressed instead.
Meanwhile, Nigel was in one of the hotelâs meeting rooms going through his daily task of listening to reports from various subordinates The hotelâs business had soared in the first half of the year, and the manager, who was giving the presentation, was reporting ever so enthusiastically.
However, it was clear that the manager s young superior, who was sitting at the head of the table, wasnât paying any attention to the presentation.
Hm? Whatâs going on with Mr. Manson?
âMr Manson, what do you think about our suggestion?â the bravest soul among the employees asked âMr. Manson?â
Nigel finally snapped back to reality, but his usually sharp eyes looked a little blank right now. He narrowed his eyes and asked, âWhat was the suggestion? Say it againâ
The managers were bewildered True enough, Nigel had been distracted earlier.
After listening to the presentation again, Nigel nodded Sure. Go ahead with the proposal Meeting adjourned He got up and left the meeting room. Just then, his phone started ringing. He checked and saw that it was a call from one of his closest friends, Julian Gilmore. He answered the call with a lazy drawl, âHey, Mr. Celebrity.â
âAre you free today? Letâs grab a drink together. I m almost at the hotel.â A silvery, sophisticated voice rang out through the phoneâs speakers. It was a voice that could captivate its listeners