Greg was so busy with his cell phone when Jasmine banged on the door angrily.

"Who's there?" He uttered.

She pushed the door open and walked in expressing an angry look.

"Master, good morning." She greeted him.

He dropped his cell phone on the table just to know what's wrong with the banging on the door and the heavy looks on her face.

"Hold that greeting to yourself first. Why is banging on the door like a thief and you face this way?" He inquired.

She transfixed her palms on her waist. "It's about Luana."

"Luana? What's wrong between the two of you because I know she left here just...