3. Who?

"Boss, do you want to go now?" asked Lester's personal assistant. The man with the glasses standing over his nose looked at Lester with a questioning gaze.

Meanwhile the man with the expressionless face only muttered softly. It seems he is lazy to open his mouth, since earlier his eyes have only focused on the cellphone screen in his hand.

"Fine, I'll find the fastest flight there," said his personal assistant, Mark.

Lester nodded slowly. Him gaze is still straight on him cellphone screen, which displays photos of Angel on the woman's social media account.

For a moment, the man pulled one corner of his lips up.

"Beautiful." He muttered softly. Which, unfortunately, can still be heard by Mark.

His personal assistant widened his eyes in disbelief when he heard something he had never heard before.

This boss just commented on a woman's photo? Mark was very sure that he had heard correctly.

He shook his head softly. Didn't want to interfere in Lester's business or that man would stare at him with a piercing gaze. Mark prefers to continue ordering plane tickets via the i-pad in his hand.

"I have booked the fastest flight for you, boss. Two hours from now. What do you need? I'll help prepare it." Mark happily offered.

But Lester just raised his hand without looking at Mark who was now staring at him with a confused expression. The boss did not take his eyes off his cellphone screen at all.

"No need. I'll prepare it myself." Lester replied. The man sighed softly. He ended his busy life and put his cell phone on the table. His gaze was now fixed on Mark.

"What day is the meeting with the shareholders?"

Mark shifted his i-pad screen back again. Read a handful of the sentences listed there.

"Saturday, three o'clock in the afternoon. I hope you can come back before that day comes," said Mark to the man who was now sitting opposite him.

Lester snorted softly.

"It's the weekend, why are there still meetings?"

And Mark suddenly felt guilty.

"Would you like me to rearrange this meeting?" He asked Lester's approval. But the man who holds full power in his family company shook his head slowly.

"No need. I'll be back as soon as I can," said Lester. The man then turned off his work laptop and got up from his chair. He raised his left hand for a moment.

"There's still time before I get my stuff ready and go," said Lester. The man looked back at Mark. 

"You haven't had lunch, have you? Come with me," said Lester.

Hearing that, Mark immediately shook his head quickly.

"No! I don't feel worthy to eat with you, boss." Mark refused.

And Lester who saw it snorted softly.

"Why is it inappropriate? Are you embarrassed to have lunch with me?" asked Lester curtly. Made Mark unable to help panic any more.

"T—that's not what I mean, boss! I just—,"

"—then go with me. Stay with me," said Lester with great emphasis. And Mark was unable to refuse anymore. His personal assistant nodded afterward.

"Okay, boss ..."

The two of them walked out quietly. But before the two of them really came out, the door to Lester's room opened wide and revealed a woman with a face full of sweat. Even her blonde hair looked wet in places. Her bright blue eyes stared intently at Lester, who was now raising an eyebrow.

"Lester! Are you really going ?!"

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