Oliver's POV:
Something is fishy…
“It's okay, Oliver. I know you're busy. You don't have to pick me up. I'll get back by myself," he reassures, confusing me even more.
"Sir, what are you doing? I'm not busy. Sir, don't go anywhere. It is dangerous. People will recognise you. I'll be there as soon as possible. It is a danger for you, sir," I argue, even though I know he'll do what he likes anyway.
“I know, Oliver. Trust me. I'll come by myself. You don't have to worry. I know you're really busy."
"No, No. Sir, please listen to me—"
"No, Oliver, do one thing. Ask some of your friends to pick up my car from here. Okay, bye.“
“Sir. Sir..."
“Bye-bye," he says, and ends the call.
Now I'm sure he is not the person I know, because he is saying bye. But what is he up to? Why is he sa
