Time passed before she knew it as Wendy began to busy herself with work.
It was only when the night lights lit up, the lamps under the office switched on, and the sound of colleagues walking out the corridor that Wendy realized it was time to clock off.
Wendy rubbed her sore neck exhaustedly. She was about to turn her computer off when she received a call from her father.
“Are you still at the office, Wendy?”
Dawson’s gentle voice put a smile on Wendy’s face. “Yeah. I’m about to clock out. Why, is there something wrong, Dad?”
Dawson laughed out loud. “It’s your birthday today. Why, are you so busy..? You forgot?”
Wendy felt her heart warm.
Indeed, all men were trash and could not be relied upon. The only man who could was one’s own father.
“Did you get me a gift, Dad?” Wendy asked happily.
“Haha. I was thinking I’d treat you to dinner today. Since it’s been a long time we’ve eaten together.”
Wendy felt slightly confused about Dawson’s suggestion.
‘Dad’s always been the one who cooked when we celebrated my birthday before.
‘So why’s it different this time?’
Still, Wendy did not think too much of it and agreed immediately.
“Sure. Where are we eating?”
Dawson replied, “Come to the North Bank. There’s a new restaurant with Fac cuisine that opened recently. I heard a few business friends say the food and view are great. I’ll wait for you here.”
“Is it the New Garden House? I heard of it too and they’ve made quite the reputation for themselves, but I never had to time to try.”
“Yup, right there. They have a balcony of the river view and it’s right above the bank of Southface River. It’s pretty nice that you get to see the bustling nightlife of South Bank and the river. I’ll be waiting for you here.”
“I’ll be right there!”
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