Archer's POV
"It is already morning, Mr. Lopez, and I guess you should celebrate your wedding day with your wife," Pablo said as we talked on the front porch, and I could feel the chilly morning breeze brushing my skin; this is one of the things I like in my hometown the fresh air that always makes me feel so relaxed.
I only stared at Pablo, and I didn't need to tell him what I felt because he could read my mind since he was my right hand, and he knew all my secrets, he could remember all my appointments more than I could, and I counted on him with everything, and I know I could trust him.
"Drink with me, Pablo," I said as I looked at him.
"I need to wake up early tomorrow to run some errands for you, boss." He replied, and I shook my head.
"Tomorrow is still a holiday for me, and for you, you don't need to wake up early; all you need to do is monitor my father's activities, so we will not see each other," I responded, and he arched his brows.