Have a Meal Together
Catherine
Friday, 12 pm
“Ms. West, your father wants to see you today at lunch. He wants to know if you’ll be able to make it?” my father’s secretary Mr. Palmer called me.
“I can come for a while. Where does he want me to come?”
“he will meet you at a restaurant in Manhattan? I’ve send you the address.” He said just as my phone dinged from a notification.
“yes, I've got. I’ll be there.” I said putting away the phone.
‘I should get ready.’
I wore a red flower printed retro style crop top pairing it with high waist dark blue ripped denims and sketchers. My hair was out in open, I liked them that way more.
It was almost 12:30 by the time I got out of the house. Getting in my car, I drove away from the garage.
Hopefully I’ll be there on time.
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