I went straight to his office after I arrived and I saw his secretary, Wendy, smiling at me and said, “It was a long time ago since I last saw you, Jennie.”
Her smile was not sincere at all. I never have a good impression of her.
“Yeah, it was a long time ago. Is Mr. Mason in his office or the meeting room?” I asked.
“Mr. Mason is in the meeting room now, you can give it to me, I will pass it to him when he comes back. You can go back now if there is nothing more to do.” She said while reaching her hand out to take the document.
But I didn’t let her take it from me, “I will just pass it to Mr. Mason myself, this might be some important document. I will wait for him in his office.” I walked towards his office without waiting for her to reply, not noticing the angry look she shot me.
I waited for Lance to come back from his meetings by sitting on his sofa. I waited for 30 minutes before he came back.
He was adjusting his tie while walking into the office, “You don’t have to go back to the mansion, stay back and have lunch with me.”
I pointed at the document I put on his desk and said, “Is that the document you want?”
He opened it and said, “Yes this is the one. I am going to meet a business partner now. Stay here and wait for me.”
I nodded and smiled at him, “Okay, I will wait for you.”
I waited for another 30 minutes after that and when he came back, he pulled me up from the sofa and said, “You must be hungry. What would you like to eat? Chinese or Western?”
“Anything you like, brother. I am not picky when it comes to food.” I said.
“You’re a good child. Not like Leo, he was very picky on food when he was little, he didn't want to eat fruits and vegetables. I remember that you eat anything when you are little. If my children in the future are like you, I won’t have to worry so much.”
Why would I be picky when I was little? I can’t even get full sometimes. Poor people like us needed to eat what we have to survive. Picky eaters are for the rich, not us.
“Your child should be like you, brother. Smart like you and everyone will like your child. If they are like me, then they wouldn't make everyone happy around them” I looked at the road in front and said.
The car suddenly accelerated because Lance stepped on the pedal all of the sudden. I was holding onto the seat belt for my dear life. I was afraid but I didn’t tell him. I am nothing to him, he wouldn’t care if I was afraid.
Lance didn’t talk to me after we arrived, he just got out of the car and walked into the restaurant. I quickly followed behind him and thought about what I have done to piss him off again.
Just when we stepped into the restaurant, Lance walked into a person he knows, Rupert Robinson, the owner of Robinson’s Company. I saw him once at a party at the Sand's.
I heard some rumours about his fierce wife, yet he still dared to have not one, not two, but three mistresses.
But who am I to judge them? I was Lance’s mistress too.