After hanging up the phone, Justin Huxley fiddled with the bent tie clip for a while, then called his assistant from outside.
"I need a list, one that includes restaurants favored by women working in the design and arts industry, as soon as possible. Preferably today."
"Got it, President Huxley, I'll get on it right away."
The assistant was efficient. Within an hour of Justin's request, the assistant delivered the list he wanted.
With the list in hand, Justin reviewed his schedule and picked up his phone to message Summer Lowell again.
His goal was simple: he wanted to invite Summer for dinner.
Initially, when he called Summer today, he intended to see how devastated she was, possibly offering some comfort in the process.
However, on the phone, Summer was not dispirited or dejected at all; rather, she sounded full of energy.
Her demeanor reminded him of the first time they met a long time ago.
