Chapter One Hundred Eighteen

David snorted in annoyance when he found the studio empty. Andrew did not come and the man did not contact him at all. Maybe he is still taking care of Macy who is sick. That's actually not surprising. His cousin will always put the woman above anything else. He took out his cell phone as he sat on the sofa to call the man.

"Seeing you weren't in the studio, so I assumed you were with Macy at the moment."

There was laughter on the other end of the phone. That is a confirmation.

"Well, hello to you, David."

"You sound so cheerful. So I assumed that Macy is much better," said the agent as he leaned back.

"She still looks pale, but much better."

David mumbled. "That's good."

"Is there anything else you want to talk about, Dave?"

"Um? Oh… nothing.” he said. "I just called to confirm."

“Let's have lunch together.”

"Lunch?"

"Yes. Lunch. With me and Macy. Probably with Attorney Kim and Marcus, Macy's son, too.”