Overthink

After the men left the room, Martin instantly dialled his Boss's number, and without even a minute, he heard a call answered by Byron, "Hello."

"Hello Boss, Is Ms Abigail with you?" Martin's voice was pausing with tension when he asked Byron on the phone.

On the other side, Byron glanced at Abigail before answering Martin in a direct tone, "Yes."

Knowing it's a big mess, Martin raced his finger over his hair in frustration, "I'm sorry, Boss. I should not remove men from her door in the first place."

"We will talk about that later; now, you should prepare everything for the evening. I'll be there soon." He ordered, and Martin understood what he meant, "Okay, Boss."

"One more thing, get all the place clear until I walk to the main wedding hall."

"Got It, Boss."

Byron disconnected the call and threw the phone over the couch.

Abigail watched that and hesitantly said, "So when are we going to leave this room?"

Byron calmly glanced at her, "Right now."

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"I don't know how much I can