(Two hours ago, at PRS building)
Brandon is in the middle of l freshen up in his private room, when the intercom speaker buzzes, he clicks the button immediately.
“Yes, Linda, what’s going on?”
“Sir, I have finally rescheduled your dinner appointment to lunch appointment, tomorrow.”
“That’s good to hear, thank you, Linda, you should go home, it will be raining, anytime now.”
“Thank you, sir, I’ll take my leave now.”
She hang up the intercom and take her bag and some of the documents that she need to arrange for Brandon, she heard thunder come, a chills came into her bone. She hate thunder, after what happened to her, way back when.
In a rush to go to the elevator, and with all of the documents in her hands, she failed to see a man walking in the hall, from her opposite direction. Th
