Christopher shot a dispassionate glance at Morton, who had just addressed him as ‘Mr. Cook’. Although the man still appeared battered, there was a sense of ecstasy in his gaze.
At that, Christopher frowned as he wasn’t willing to speak to Morton. Just when he was about to head to The Serenade, Morton raced after him and grabbed his arm.
“Hey, man, what’s your name? When I see your boss, I’ll put in a good word for you. I’m sure she’ll increase your salary by then. How about that?”
Morton grinned at Christopher with a sly gaze. Morton had been the director of the Public Housing Administration for many years, but it was the first time he had to line up to enter a restaurant. If the other public officials discovered this fact, he would become a laughing stock.
He had been trying to obtain the phone number of The Serenade’s boss for a long time, but he’d failed in his attempt to do so. Nevertheless, he had learned her name—Luna Sears. He heard that her phone number was confidential as only a small number of people had it.
Previously, he had made a call to The Serenade and told them that he was the director of Public Housing Administration. He wanted them to save a table for him so that he didn’t have to line up. After all, since he was a director, he was swamped with work.