"Wanna go for a drink?" Caden asks, his hands grasping the steering wheel.

"Sir," Gladys called lowly trying her best to oppose his proposal. "I have plans tonight." She remembered planning to meet Jackson for supper but her voice sounded so weak like she was lying.

"Can't you extend that plan for only this night? Your CEO is asking." Caden begged and Gladys swallowed hard.

Not that, dummy. She is finding it hard to communicate properly with him knowing that he's the CEO.

"Er... Sir, but."

"What's your taste in drink?" Caden skipped the topic not willing to ask for her permission anymore. "Or don't you like drinking?" He asks...