Chapter 21 You!

Damian. “Are you sure you really want to do this?” Harold asked me for the umpteenth tone and I paused from styling my hair. How many times exactly was he going to ask me this same question? “How many times do you need an answer to that question?” I asked him, my hands akimbo. “What?” He asked and I redeemed my hair styling. “You have repeated that question more times than I can remember.” I groaned. “So tell me. How many more times until you stop asking me that question?” “I.. uh.. I am just worried about this going wrong. Heck, I think she would flip out when she sees you.” It hadn't been long since I got back from the airport, and now, I was returning there. I had to pick Charlotte up. Yesterday, when I spoke to Harold, I had told him to send Charlotte an official email about the added perks which included a personal assistant who would pick her at the airport. Charlotte was slated to arrive at 12 noon, and it was just past ten. Though I didn't live far from the airport, I