"You wish to meet, Mr. Atticus for social reasons?" I asked the woman in front of me and she nodded her head, looking down at her watch impatiently.
"Yes. I have said the same thing thrice now, Madame." She said with irritation lacing her voice and I couldn't help but recheck again.
"You sure, it's Mr. Pheonix Atticus you want to meet? Because, Ma'am, the Sir sitting inside isn't meant for social work." I said gently, apologetically and she shook her head, looking at me with determination.
"He promised us to grant the amount last year, Miss. Let your Boss know, Mrs. Flint is here." She said and I sucked in a breath.
First Mrs. Ford, now Mrs. Flint. Life was indeed unfair to him.
"And may I know, if he said the same thing to you, last to last year, Ma'am?" I asked her and she furr
