Chapter 25: The Pacific Needs a Manager

Charles angrily threw the cotton swab covered in ointment into the trash. He then pulled out a lot of tissues to bury it at the bottom of the trash can. Alicia had an uneasy sleep that night. The next morning, autumn sunlight gently spilled over her face, making her look as peaceful as a sleeping beauty. Alicia stretched in bed, preparing to go downstairs for breakfast, but suddenly remembered the important task she hadn’t yet completed. She had nearly forgotten about the matter with Mitchell. Without delay, she picked up her phone and dialed his number. It rang for a while before being answered. Alicia didn’t want to waste time with pleasantries, so she got straight to the point. "Did you come to a decision about the matter I brought up?" There was silence on the other end for one or two minutes. Just as Alicia was about to think she had dialed the wrong number, Mitchell finally spoke. "Why don’t we discuss this face to face? It’s hard to talk about something like this over t