Traizle "Do you guys have an appointment?" Tyler asked, eating his junk food early in the morning. "None, why?" I asked back. Why would he ask about that? Right? Tyler pointed his finger on the outside. Following the direction of his finger, I can see Mr. Andrade outside. Mr. Andrade? What is he doing here? "s**t!" I exclaimed. "I need to go, stop him for a second for me." I told Tyler before running upstairs. I headed to Zarsuelo's office. Entering his office, he is busy munching chocolates again, plastic wrapper on his table and he himself is not ready. "Zarsuelo, Mr. Andrade is here." I told him. "And why is he here?" Zarsuelo stopped eating his sweets and looked confused at me. "Stand up," I command. Thankfully, he is cooperating without any hesitations. "May I see your teet

