Bang bang bang!
Hearing the knock on the door, Thomas Fisher slowly lifted his head, his gaze shifting from the documents on the desk to the office door.
"Come in!" he said, succinct and decisive.
Assistant Beckett Yates pushed the door open and walked in, his face full of difficulty. Thomas Fisher frowned, "What's up?"
He maintained his concise and decisive style, his eyes fixed on the person with a troubled expression.
"Auntie just called me to tell you to go on a blind date at the Western restaurant on Westview Road at 7:30 PM. The seat has already been booked, table number five by the window. Auntie said if you don't go..." Beckett Yates forced out a long explanation but dared not continue further. He was worried his boss would throw something at him.
Hearing it was another blind date arranged by his mom, Thomas Fisher felt a headache. Recently, his mom seemed to have gone crazy, persistently pushing him to go on blind dates.
