Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

Esther turned away stubbornly and dialed James's number. Despite knowing him for so long, she suddenly realized she hadn't even saved his number. Someone picked up the phone and sounded like they had just woken up, their voice slightly hoarse. "I was busy last night so I just woke up. What's up?" Esther struggled to find the right words. After a while, she blurted out, "It's nothing. I just wanted to ask if you're free."

There was a hint of amusement in the voice on the other end. "How could I not be free when you're asking me out? What time?"

Esther was afraid of being rejected in person, so she cautiously said, "Well, let me tell you now on the phone so you won't regret it later or make a wasted trip."

Stretching lazily, James smiled. "You don't have to tell me. I already know."

"Oh? What do you know?" Esther was puzzled.

"You called me about Sanders Group, right?" James responded.

around the bush. I'd like to ask for your help. Can you do me a favor, or do you have time?" Honestly, she couldn't tell from his tone if

but I

he was laying

As long as it's not too much, I can agree," Esther said, determined, like someone

refined, and noble, like a graceful cello in a Vienna theater. Esther felt a sudden calmness wash over her. She

twiddled his fingers. "Well, nothing much. It's just that my law firm could use an extra hand, and I was wondering if you could drop by every day to help out. Of course, I understand you have your

to have any hidden agendas. After giving it

up later, and you can fill me in on the

on the other side like he was getting

of hope

turned to Pearl, grabbing her hand excitedly. "I did it,