Chapitre 71: YOU ARE THE WORST

Charles exhaled deeply as he stood in front of Oliver's room, then he brought his hand forward to knock at the door.

"Come on in," Oliver opened the door before he could knock, with a bright smile.

"How...did you know..." He stammered looking around the room for a camera.

"Haha, you think I have those spy cams that monitor people? Ugh, I wish I have, my son called me, saying you are coming to the room, isn't he funny," Oliver giggled, wearing his coat.

"Remember you have a meeting to attend..." 

"Yes, I slept off, don't worry, I will drive myself there, you should go back to your wife," 

"I want to drive you boss, I need some fresh air," Charles insisted.

"You sure?" He asked, placing his hand on his shoulder.

Charles gave a nod, "Yes, Boss"

"Alright, we will go for some drinks after my meeting is done," Oliver said picking his black polished shoes from the rack.

"I will wait in the car," He bowed and left the room.