It was very annoying for him when he had to drive somewhere far from his office. He was very busy, but unfortunately he couldn't ignore the call. Several times he looked in his rearview mirror, hoping that no one was following him on his journey this time. He was fed up with all the scandals that had befallen him lately. He was just a little proud of himself because he turned out to be patient enough to handle it. But every day he was always haunted by anxiety.
Elyseen's fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly. He drove very tense and stiff for the hour-long drive to the Armor Café. The café was very far from his office. He just hoped that the café would have something special once he got there.
But when he got there, he only found an old one-story building. The paint was a dull brown
