Gerald froze. However, hearing that his sister would be coming, he thought back to one year ago, when she and both his parents had gone abroad to work off some debts, and how he’d never seen them since. This was a truly exciting prospect.
Of course, that was just a story they’d made up to tell him.
“Ahahaha…you’ll find out when I tell you! Alright, eat your dinner!”
Doot… doot…With that, Jessica had hung up.
Zack Lyle and Michael Zeke were turning pale. “Mr Crawford? Will Director Jessica be coming here?”
“Yup, that’s right!” Gerald replied. “Three days from now! No idea why!”
The two men looked as though they were going to be ill. They must be terrified of his sister.
Next, Gerald had dinner with them and talked about simpler things.
Three or four hours crawled slowly by.
“I say, where are you, Gerald?” Felicity just called him directly. She sounded most displeased.
Gerald checked the time. Whoops, it was already well past eight!
There was a rule at these hot springs: After sunset, no one was to make too much noise. Remembering that time when some celebrity starlet was trying to sneak a dip in the baths, and nearly started a fight with him…
…what more a grand function like tonight.
“Oh! I’ll bring the car around right away!” Hanging up, he fetched the car and picked up Felicity and friends, who were ready to leave for the night.
“Blast! Did you do this on purpose, Gerald? What did I instruct you? When the party’s about to finish, have the car ready nearby! Instead, you were nowhere to be found!” The moment she got into the car, Felicity started chewing his ear off.
“On purpose? Perish the thought! It’s just that you forbade me from stepping inside there, so how was I to know when the party would be ending?” Gerald whined.
“Y-y-you…just for that, you’re only getting half pay tonight!” Yvonne snapped.
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