Seducing My Dad's Best Friend.
I have to think of something else,' i mumbled, driving into my compound.
I pick up my phone, punching in some numbers. After that i dialled it, impatiently waiting for a response.
“HELLO MR MATTIAS'S, HOW MAY I HELP YOU?“ It was a voice of a lady.
“GOOD DAY, I NEED YOU TO REACH THIS NUMBER,” I CALLED OUT THE NUMBER.
“ALRIGHT, MAY I KNOW THE CALLER'S NAME PLEASE,” The lady said.
“SURE, SHIMMA REYNOLD. AND ONE MORE THING,” I said quickly.