Chapter 6: YOUNG MASTER PRESTON
Breathing heavily, Lucas slid down on the floor of the elevator stall.
What had all the fuss been about?
Surely, he didn't look so bad that he couldn't be allowed into an establishment with so many random visitors and workers?
He got up to his feet, looking at the text message again. He would call the number again and find out where he was supposed to go to.
He dialed the number in the elavator and waited as the phone rang.
Almost immediately, someone picked up. “Hello, young master. I've been waiting for you since this morning. Where are you?”
Lucas frowned. “Look, cut your patronizing bullshit. Where did you want me to come? How come you said I should come here but you didn't tell which floor or office to go to, and you never gave me a name?”
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