Three o’clock in the afternoon, Darmiel was all ready to meet the wedding planner. When he heard his local phone line rung, he smiled, guessing that it might be Brenda already, who would tell her that the wedding planner already came .
“Hello? Brenda?”
“Boss, someone is persistently waiting in the gate again,” Brenda’s opening statement, which made Darmiel’s forehead to furrow.
“Who?”
“Miss Glecy, Sir. She said she wanted to speak with you even for a few seconds.”
Darmiel cursed and sighed with irritation. “Alright, let her in!”
“Alright, Boss. Thank you. I will let her in, then.” And then Brenda hung up the phone.
Darmiel looked at the phone frowning before he put it down drastically. He sat on his swivel chair with that frown not leaving his face. “What the hell is she doing her
