Bab 317: Master In This Field

Stephen came in that night looking exhausted. 

"Are the two of you doing okay?" Stephen asked as he plopped down on the bed. 

"Have some courtesy," Cage frowned seeing his manager sit so casually. 

"Give me a break. I took a flight, was in meetings throughout, got too many calls from reporters, and had to go to the police station to press charges against the paps." He heaved a sigh. 

"You've worked hard," Katherine soothed, handing him a glass of juice. 

"Is this from the suite fridge? They cost a bomb," Stephen complained. 

"Stop complaining. I can spare a few dollars for a drink." Cage was seated on the floor and looking through articles that had come out. 

"Did you call your parents?" Stephen asked, looking at the two.