CHAPTER 22: Future Mrs. Wilsons

"Hey, you! You left me hanging on your story!" Sandy's booming voice bounced around the four corners of my office. I left my focus on the monitor to look at her. Although we're both disappointed in a different situation, I still need to compose myself not to show her how upset I am. "It's not my fault, you know!" "Hmph!" she rolled her eyes and sat on the chair in front of my desk. "So, what happened to your lunch meeting?" "Well, it's fine. They just talked about business and the project." I shrugged avoiding her gaze. I don't want her to suspect that I'm just lying. The disappointment I have for now is something I just want to keep to myself. "I see. By the way, why are you here so early, where's Mr Wilsons?" "I left him at the restaurant," I answered casually. "You left him, but why?" "Uhm.. he still busy, so I just took a cab back here, besides they don't need me there." "So, why did he take you?" "I don't know, maybe to listen to some important details. Ahm... Sandy, do