“Wow, did it suddenly rain?”
He checked his folders carefully. They were not wet.
“Thank God. If these fundraising files get wet, I wonder how I’m going to explain to Mr. Mayo.”
Jacob drank his coffee while he looked out the window. “When will the rain stop?”
As he thought of whether he should take a cab to Thomas’ villa, a girl in a skirt with suspenders ran inside. She was carrying her bag on her head, and her clothes were drenched. She looked like a university student.
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