I hurried to the restaurant nearby. Mr. Gregory told me that his secretary had reserved a table for us. My eyes widened as I looked at my wristwatch. I’m fifteen minutes late! “Damn, I should have come earlier,” I said to myself. I looked around the restaurant as I entered.
“Miss, reservation for Mr. Gregory Moon,” I asked for assistance from the hostess.
“This way, Ma’am,” she said as she ushered me to the reserved table. I felt relieved when I was the first one there. It seems that Mr. Moon hasn’t arrived yet.
“Thank you.” I looked at her nameplate. “Kim,” she smiled and bowed her head at me before excusing herself.
When I sat down, my phone rang. It was Harry.
“Hello,” I said as I answered his call.
“Hello. Uhm, where are you right now?” I furrowed my brow at his question.
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