I don't know how many minutes I was in my office. Hiring me as the architect of the house, being invited to the engagement party, strange looks from Agustine's mother—all of that is a puzzle to me.
They are not terribly ill, right?
In the end I let out a sigh and then put my things away. I intend to go to the old apartment I lived in; I hope that the owner will sell it to me. If my plan doesn't work out, I have no other choice but to find a condo unit for us.
I hope it's available.
After finishing the arrangement, I said goodbye to my secretary and left some instructions before finally leaving. A few minutes later, I got into the car and was about to put on my seatbelt when I was surprised when the car door opened. It's like deja vu. Agustine deposited himself on the passenger seat
