The Day I Kissed An Older Man by Cher the Cherished

Countless people wanted Sherman's number but could not get it. When Rita got it, all she felt was a heavy burden.

Rita hesitated for a moment before speaking.

Sherman picked up his phone and, upon confirming it was an unknown number, asked, "Telemarketing?"

Sherman's voice sounded like he was about to hang up the next second, but Rita quickly stopped him. "Don't hang up! It's me!"

Recognizing Rita's voice, Sherman chuckled with interest. He leaned back in his office chair. "Ah, Miss Rita, what brings you to call me?"

Somehow, Sherman's voice through the phone made Rita's face flush. "I-I wanted to ask you something, if you don't mind..."

"If you're worried it might be impolite, then perhaps it's best not to ask?"

Rita was anxious, afraid that he might just hang up the phone. However, Sherman had no intention of hanging up; he was simply enjoying teasing her. "But this is a question I must ask," Rita insisted.

He had only met Rita a few times, so what could be so pressing that she

took a deep breath,

courage, and

you know about an incident

that Parr

to develop? There's a

haggard-looking homeless man

that Parr Group

then held her breath. All she could hear was Sherman's faint breathing on the

almost a minute, his tone unreadable. "So, Miss Rita, are you implying

it's related! He used to have a house of his own on the

Rita, you yourself said he

away from there. I don't understand why you're asking me about this. Do you expect me to solve the homeless man's housing