Chapter 7

"Mommy, don’t worry, I’ll behave. Can I play in the lounge?”

Cynthia required a great deal of concentration while sketching. The deadline to hand in the draft to Angela was fast approaching. What she really needed now was total concentration.

Nodding her head, Cynthia counselled him. “You can play on your own, but you’re not allowed to take a step out of the company’s entrance. Don’t get up to mischief, alright?”

“Got it, mommy.” The little fellow answered quickly.

Cynthia was at ease because she trusted her son. Ever since he was young, she’d never have to worry about him.

“Go on then!” She smiled and walked him to her office door.

Once outside, his huge eyes immediately surveyed his surroundings. Looking out the glass panes, he stared fixedly at the pyramid-like building. His huge eyes flashed with resoluteness.

Now was his best chance to leave. He had to seize it.

Because the little bean was still small, no one saw him slipped out.