The Excuse

Callan had been thinking about his father-in-law's housewarming for a whole day in the president's office. What should he do to get close to Vannah for this reason? He squinted his eyes and put his hands on his chin. When Shanee came in and saw his look, she knew he was calculating something. She put the daily schedule in front of him and said, "Master Handerson, there is nothing to do today, and there is no social engagement in the evening." "Huh?" Callan raised his eyebrows and looked at his wristwatch. It was 4:30 p.m, and he could go to pick up his sons. Shanee was a girl, after all, and she was thoughtful. She thought more than Nick did. "Master Handerson, I can handle the rest. I'll ask the driver to park the car downstairs. You can drive by yourself today! I'll reserve a restaurant for you." Callan smiled and nodded with satisfaction. It was a good idea. It was normal for him to see his children. He stood up and picked up his coat. He went out of the president's office and went