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"Cancel it," I order.
"Are you sure, sir?" Calvin looks confused, his eyebrows raise questioningly, "you can't get the place on Saturday night anymore if you change your mind again. The manager will open the restaurant to the customers!"
"I won't change my mind. Cancel it, including the Museum reservation and the flowers," I lean back on my chair with my legs on my desk. My fingers rubbing my forehead. I have gotten a headache from always thinking about this damn date in the past three days; I don't know what to do anymore. Either to impress Chloe Grayson or not to give a damn at all.
"Sure, sir. Whatever you say," Calvin agrees, but looks puzzled, "but may I ask why you've changed your mind?"
"Yeah, I want to know too," Abel sits on a seat in front of my desk, across from
