Augustine watched in silence as Freda slid into the front seat of Reginald's car, the vehicle's headlights briefly flashing as it sped down the road, leaving only a trail of dust behind.
The once-bustling Gyapm Corporation Hall was now eerily quiet, the excitement of the event fading into the night.
The only sound that filled the air was the distant hum of the city.
Inside Gyapm Corporation Hall, the security personnel moved with practiced ease, ensuring that everything was in order before locking up for the night.
Augustine sigh.
"My secretary seems to be in love with Freda," Augustine began, his voice carrying a hint of amusement, though his eyes remained focused on the road.
Charles remained silent, his gaze fixed ahead, his arms now tucked into his trouser pockets, the weight of Augustine's words seemingly lost on him.
Augustine's eyes briefly flicked to Charles, sensing the change in his posture.
"You smell so nice by the way."
