"What's the issue?" Trent spoke into the phone, as he drove.
"You'll see— just head to the location... Boss" Scarlet chuckled
"It better be something good— worth my time"
"Depends on your standards... They don't appear to be too high"
"Yeah? That's why you're not my type" Trent snapped, hanging up.
The message had ruined his mood and almost affected the date— was it a date?
He exhaled, gripping the steering wheel tighter, "Get your shit straight, Trent" he muttered, gritting his teeth.
What will she think if he does arrange a date? Hah... So confusing. Should he just forget it since it's a fake marriage?
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"Welcome... Boss" she smiled walking towards him, arms stretched wide open.
"I don't need your welcome... What's the code Blue?"
"If red is bad, blue's gotta be good, no?" She sighed, dropping her hands.
"What nonsense is that? What's good about coming here?" He snapped at her.
She turned back, walking away from him.
