THE GAY BARTENDER

Chapter thirty three

It felt good having an agenda in mind , it gave me hope and so I freshened up knowing all hope was jut not lost .

I changed into a sunny scop neck floral print shift dress that was provided to me upon Jordan’s request .Even though , I had a grudge against him , I had no choice than to accept it since I couldn’t go out naked. I ran my hands through the dress admiring it’s softness ,it was obvious this dress cost a fortune .The man never uses nor gives out anything that wouldn’t cost a lot, at least he had a good sense of fashion.

As if complimenting my complexion, the dress seemed to have a invigorateing effect cause it made me feel relaxed and excited . Well yellow has always been associated with happiness and positive energy .

Perhaps , my mission today would actually be a great success.

But all those excitement were dashed the moment I discovered my cellphone was missing. That was when I realized I had lost my clutch purse after the incident last night.

I grifted and tugged the root of my hair frustrated …ahhh, How was I supposed to call Archer in this situation , even if I do call from another’s phone , there was a ninety percent chance he wouldn’t pick up.

Just like Jordan, Archer’s a world class and busy business man that wouldn’t just pick up an unknown call, moreover his telephone line is so strict and regulated that his number of contacts were limited . I was only priviledged to be on his contact list and now lost that opportunity just like that .

I groaned falling face first on my head. I was frustrated , with no clue what do next. Not only was my phone missing , my clutch p[urse contained my cash and credit card and Mr, heartless hadleft without even giving me a ride home or some cash.

Ugh, am I going to turn into a beggar real soon. I was still engrossed in my thinking when a acertain knock on the door startled me.

‘’Come in’’I opened the door hastily recomposing my lady like manner.I lifted my chin high with pride, all traces of anxiety vanishing without a trace.

A middle aged man with a buzz haircut looking sleek and professional in his black suit stepped in leaving me stunned .He didn’t look like a bell boy , valet nor doorman cause his aura was imposing neither would any of the above dress in a suit.