Allan frowned with confusion looking straight at his best friend Tom.
"What idea? About?" asked Allan, not understanding.
"Have you forgotten your problem? The problem you just told me about a few hours ago? At the club?" Tom looked at his best friend while holding his upper hand and a little tighter.
Allan tried to recall the events of the past few days with the grandfather who was the source of his problems. As well as the conversation he had with Tom a few hours ago in that luxurious club in the Wellington area.
Flash back on a few days ago
Allan Watson was 28 years old. Allan is the only grandson of the Watson family.
Life for Allan was work-work and work. He has no time for a lover or a girlfriend.
Love for Allan was nonsense! There is no such thing as love! There is only the n
