Mr.

MALCOLM

"I don't think it's necessary for you to go to New York yourself, I can just go alone," Michael said for the hundredth time today.

We had just arrived at the airport and were rushing over to the checkpoint, as we were already late. Michael kept trying to make me see reasons why I shouldn't go to New York, but then, my mind was already made up and nothing was going to change it. I needed to know what was going on with the company.

"You should save your strength, Mich. I won't change my mind," I said with a note of finality.

Michael sighed and didn't say another word. Silently, we hurried over to the checkpoint.

"Mr!" I heard a tiny voice call out. I wasn't the only man at the airport, so I didn't bother to look back.

"Mr!" The calling persisted.

"I think you are the one she is calling," Michael who had turned back said, making turn back as well.

My eyes widened on seeing a little girl running over to me with my passport and wallet in her hands.

"You dropped this," she s