Summer Ford couldn't give an exact time for going home. After answering the phone, she only said "later" and didn't know exactly when she'd finish.
Ethan Laurent didn't get a response, so he drove directly to her building at nine o'clock.
Summer Ford didn't know he was downstairs and continued working diligently.
Aiden Lennox didn't disturb her, simply flipping through some book.
At nine-thirty, Summer Ford finally finished her work, closed the file, and stood up. "Everything is done, Mr. Lennox. Would you like to review it?"
"Mr. Lennox?" Aiden Lennox repeated her address, a bit surprised to hear her call him like that in private.
Summer Ford didn't explain, placing the file beside him and trying to ask, "Can I leave?"
"Hold on." Aiden Lennox casually flipped through a magazine in his hand, opened it to a page, and handed it to her. "You studied French, right? Read this part to me."
