158. Like My Father

FINN.

I'd gotten to the verge of telling her that I was her groom. It had taken a lot of restraint for me to actually walk away.

As I drove towards the warehouse, I stared at the bag she had returned to me and sighed. I hated to put her in this position but that was it. After dealing with Kelvin tomorrow, I was to see the designer in charge of my wedding tux to get it fitted. It was going to be a long day for me tomorrow.

As soon as I got to the warehouse, one of the guards standing by the entrance of the warehouse hurried towards me and bowed. "Boss, they are all waiting inside for you."

Was I ever going to get used to being addressed as boss and treated like one? Because why did it feel a little weird that this man was treating me like a god? My father must have really had a huge impact on them for them to show me this much respect, age regardless.

The warehouse was filled with people. Some worked on cars, and some sat around tables with drinks in front of them,