"Good evening Sir, should I set the table?" Folake asked, as I dashed into my apartment.
"Good evening, Folake and no, I will be eating out. Just get me a bottle of 1961 Petrus" I dismissed heading for the stairs.
The wine I had requested for was one of Mrs Helen's favorites, but with the minutes remaining, it was stark clear… I was going to be late.
"You know what," I said, halting Folake who was about to enter the passcode for the lock where I staked my vintage wines.
"I think I'm going to be needing something more exquisite, something worthy of an apology because I fear I'm going to be late"
"So what should I do, Sir?" she inquired.
"Don't bother, I must retrieve something from the wine cellar, just have a fancy bag and some ribbons ready" I finished, disappearing to the hall where my room was.
By the time I was done bathing, donning my jeans and a vest from the Wellington Edition first launch, and retrieving the wine from the cellar, I was 5 minutes late.
