Well, Gerry and Mike agreed that I’m relatively safe now. I haven’t done real s**t in the last two years. However, Mike mentioned a conversation we had, which I don’t remember anyway. But I’m glad he brought it up. Apparently, I haven’t discussed with Oliver my property portfolio.
It’s quite late already, so I gave Oliver a call.
“Hey, I’m waiting for you.” He’s being sweet.
“Are you still at the office?” I looked at the time. It’s really late.
“Yes. Where are you?” He asked with worry.
“On my way. I’m sorry it took so long.”
“That’s okay. Have you had dinner already?”
“Just a sandwich. Would you like me to grab something on the way?”
“I can order from the nearest restaurant. It would probably arrive the same time you do.”
“Oh, good. Let’s do that, then. Get me something spicy.”
