105| Mr. Anderson.

Later that evening, she was done with the scheduling and she was ready to go home. It was past the closing hour and her boss, Mr. Anderson, was not back yet.

She was about to call him when her office phone rang.

"Hello," she said, holding the receiver to her ear.

“You can go home and continue tomorrow. Sorry that I didn’t inform you earlier. Right now, I am in Spain and would be back tomorrow.” He said from the other end of the phone.

“Oh.” She gasped, shocked that he wasn't even in the country. “I have already finished sorting and profiling the guests for the occasion.”

“Okay, then you can take it to my house and drop it off. I will tell my driver to take you and then drop you off at your house. He will be waiting for you in front of the office building. When you get to my house, ask for directions, and drop it off in my study. Close the office afterwards.” He said, and the line was cold again; he was gone.

Phew! She sighed.

She packed the files and made her way to the elevator, pr