My Father's Best Friend novel Chapter 21

"I'm finishing up here early today, Bianca, so whatever files you need me to read and approve just put it here on my desk and I'll be checking it out tomorrow, if it's urgent, then let someone send it over my flat, understood?" Lance said in one breathing, as he tidied up his things, not even giving a sideways glance to his assistant, who stood a foot from the doors.

"Yes, sir. If it's not too much to ask, where exactly are you going?" she asked, her tone coquettish.

"I'm having dinner with my aunt and Andrea," he said, looking at his secretary, wearing a too short for office skirt and an almost see-through white shirt.

Her expectant face fell, and Lance noticed it, "Very well, have a nice dinner, sir," she said, exiting his office almost too immediately, making it more clear to Lance that she is trying to flirt with him, but tossed the thought aside because Bianca is too much for his kind of woman.

After finishing up, he fished his phone from his pocket and was about to call Andrea when a text from her came, making his phone vibrate.

"I'm kind of ready, I think I'll be there later than you expect,"

He sent a reply: "Aunt Holly will be there about a quarter after 7 so be sure to be at my flat before that,"

Lance pocketed his phone, grabbed his leather bag and walked out of his office.

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Andrea twist and turned in front of the mirror, after going through a lot of her dresses, they settled on a black sleeveless cocktail dress with lace turtleneck and non-pencil skirt.

"This looks fantastic, I never thought something like this is in my closet," she commented ad turned back to look at Victoria with a beam, "Thanks,"

"Yeah, yeah, I know I'm a genius and you should never underestimate the power of your closet," Victoria faked waving off the remark coolly while she made her way to Andrea, with a pair of black pumps in hand.

Holding it up, "Here, that will much perfectly, and some silver jewelries will not hurt," she smiled at Andrea.

"Thanks, again, you don't know how excited and at the same time nervous I am of this dinner," Andrea gushed, a very abnormal thing for her because she's not the gushing type. Victoria is the gushing type.

"What's with this Aunt Holly, anyways?" asked Victoria, quite interested.

Andrea let her laughter fade as she picked out her accessories.

"It's already 6:32!" Andrea said in surprise as she picked up her watch and looked at Victoria, "I need to go,"

Victoria smirked, "Hey, what's the haste? He said his aunt will be coming a quarter after seven tops, so chill," Victoria said, putting her hands on both of Andrea's shoulder, dusting off nonexistent dirt.

"Oh yes, right, but I really do need to go," Andrea said with a little less tense than before.

"Okay," Victoria shrugged and slipped an arm on Andrea's right arm and lead their walk to the front door.

Andrea locked it and turned to Victoria, "Thanks, V," she said with a content smile.

Victoria patted her cheek and smiled back, "Enjoy your evening and please get me her autograph."