Bab 190: The Christmas party

"You look nervous," Sly smiled as he opened the door for me.

"I'm not nervous. I'm just—"

"Nervous?" Pop offered. "You don't have to worry, we all know."

"Shut up, I'm not nervous," I narrow my eyes at her.

"Yes, we all know."

Sly closed the door and walked to his side.

Marli and Pop entered the back.

"I feel like we are back already," Marli groaned.

"That's my exact feeling," I glance at Sly, "is there any way we can only show ourselves to them, and leave instantly?"

"It's my company, baby boy. I can't just leave like that," Sly started the car.

"Aren't you the owner of the company? Can't you leave when you want to?" Pop frowned.

Sly didn't reply to her words.

He switched his music on and raised the volume.

"If it's your baby boy, you will reply," Pop murmured in distaste.

"It's good to know you are aware of who you are," Sly replied without wasting a beat.