It was 19th march. 9.30pm. Franklin's birthday. The country was lightening with various lights. It was snowing as well. He was at his main office, ofc, he had to. Chief ministers and other VIP people were there to celebrate his birthday. AND here you were, at his mansion sitting in living room with a vanilla cake which you made for 5 hours, waiting for him to return. Even the servants felt bad for you.

Soon you heard Rolls-Royce La Rose Noire Droptail parked outside the mansion. The driver opened the door, Franklin got outside while talking in call seriously and walking inside. Servants taking off his shoe and coat. He sat on the leather expensive couch and cut the call, he leaned back and sighed a deep breath. As soon as his eyes fall on you and the cake on the table, his eyes narrowed. He spoke up in the coldest tone without even feeling guilty.

"Get out of my sight and Eat that shit yourself!! Gosh, Can't even get rest in my own mansion..."