Chapter Thirty-Seven

When his office door opened, Hanson took his gaze off the paper before him and placed it on Mr. Orlando as he walked into the room.

Then he stared at the wall clock, frowning as he focused on the shorthand pointed at eleven and the longhand resting on twelve.

For a moment, he didn't react, but the moment Rome stepped inside the room and took off his cap along with his shade, Hanson hastily stood to his feet.

“Why do I keep meeting you people?” Rome mumbled, feeling a bit annoyed.

“Good morning, young Ford. Please! Please, have a seat.” Hanson said, walking from behind his desk.

As he watched Rome sit down on the couch, he grinned at him and said, “I was shocked to get a call from Mr. Orlando.”

When he got only silence from Rome, he widened his smile and stated, “At first, I thought he was calling to give details about the next meeting, but when I heard that you wanted to see me, I was more shocked.&r