“Hey!” John arrived on his new motorbike. He disembarked from his bike and marched like a trained military man.
“What’s up, Officer?” Allen saluted informally. “You looked great in that uniform,” he added.
“How are you doing, my stingy friend?” John grinned as he bumped Allen's fist and his eyes flickered as he saw someone inside Ted's office. “At last, you hired a secretary.”
“H-hello, Sir.” Hera smiled shyly, intimidated by John’s glutinous stare.
“Do you still remember her?” Allen asked.
“She looks familiar,” John replied, still staring at the lady.
“She was our classmate, Hera,” Allen answered.
“Oh, Hera. Nice meeting you.” John smiled sweetly as the lady accepted his extended hand for a handshake. The girl he often made fun of during their elementary days grew up into a charmi
