Part Thirty-Five.

It was noon and Beatrice was contemplating how to ask for permission from Ben, it was her break time and Mr. Shawn had sent the address where they'll be meeting to her an hour ago.

Beatrice drew her chair backward and stood up from her seat, her eyes glued on Ben who was typing on the keyboard, his eyes fixed on the screen of the computer.

She walked over to him, sucking in her breath, and stood right in front of his desk, her hands clamped in front of her.

“Excuse me, sir,” Beatrice cleared her throat, eyeing him anxiously after getting Ben's attention, who then darted his gaze from the screen of the computer to her face.

“How may I help you?” He questioned, leaning back in his seat and swiveling his seat to her position.

“Uhm! I-I…” She paused, she was finding it difficult to ask Ben permission to leave the office to see her agent, probably because she thought Ben would be adamant and decline her request.

“Yes?” Ben urged her to go on, arching a brow at her questioningly.

“I would l