“It’s okay. Coming to check on the business, huh?” she asked with a little smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. I hadn’t told her about the Café because I wasn’t going to accept the offer initially. But she’d somehow managed to find out.
“I’m really sorry. I was going to tell you,” I apologized immediately.
“It’s alright. I was just speaking with those ladies over there. We’re thinking about setting up a soup kitchen for the foundation. Fancy this could be a nice place for a venue, huh?” she said with an underlying threat behind the smile she gave.
“That’d be great,” I smiled back. I looked down at my phone’s screen. Ten out of the twenty minutes Thomas had estimated had gone by already.
“Got somewhere to be, huh? No worries. You speak with my son and let him know about the soup ki
