Carl raised an eyebrow but didn’t avoid the call. He pressed ‘accept.’
A nervous voice immediately came through. "Boss, we’re still negotiating on the profit margins. Right now, we’re at ten percent, but I know that’s unacceptable to you. Smith’s side—"
The voice was loud enough that Amelia’s sleepy eyes opened slightly in curiosity.
Carl turned her face away. "Don’t move, the dryer’s hot."
"You take the call, I’ll dry my own hair," she suggested, feeling the situation was a bit inappropriate.
Carl chuckled softly. Then, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, he said to the phone, "I’m drying my fiancée’s hair. Report back in a minute."
Edward: "..."
"Understood, Boss! Take your time!"
Why did he call now?!
The official meeting wasn’t for another five minutes!
Amelia w
