Just after six in the evening, Luke got off work on time.
He walked down from the detective agency building, pondering what to eat tonight.
Approaching his Mercedes, he saw a stunning figure standing beside the car, a tall stature with long legs and a slim waist—it was Orty from Pinkerton Detective Agency.
"Isn't this Miss Dean? What a coincidence?"
"I specially came to express my gratitude, and I was just about to call you," Orty said, shaking the cellphone in her hand.
"Gratitude for what?"
"The last time you warned me about the thief, I did some checking, and that guy indeed had issues.
You helped me, and I wanted to thank you personally."
"It was nothing, I appreciate it, but let's skip the meal."
Orty said, "I've already made a reservation at the restaurant, surely you won't let me dine all alone."
Luke guessed his colleagues would be getting off work soon and didn't want to get entangled with Orty any longer.
