"Director Peterson, long time no see! Last time I said I'd treat you to a couple of drinks, but look at my memory," Jesse Rowan tapped his head.
"I know you've just returned to the country and must be busy, right? Another day, I'll treat you."
"How can I accept that..."
Jesse Rowan exchanged pleasantries with the director, his face beaming with smiles.
After the niceties, he brought up Yacob Harry's matter.
"Director, I will take care of Yacob Harry's medical bills. Don't ask anything, I will handle it," Jesse said, "Tell me, how much is it per month?"
"Mr. Rowan, what's going on? Yacob Harry's medical bills are quite substantial."
"It's not like I can't afford it."
"I'm saying, Jesse, you wouldn't happen to have taken a fancy to his daughter, right? Other than that, I can't think of any other reason why you would pay for his medical bills."
"Director Peterson, you are wise indeed!"
