Meanwhile, Amaira was getting ready to attend university.
Taking her bag with her, filled with books and a laptop, she descended the stairs.
At the entrance, her eyes fell on the butler who looked worried.
Stepping closer, she asked in a curious voice, "Is everything alright? What are you doing here?"
"Ms. Johson, good morning." The butler greeted at the sight of hers to which she nodded from her way.
But she was still persistent on her question, "Any worry?"
He brought a faint smile on his face, when he spoke in the most guilty tone, "I'm sorry Ms. Johnson but your driver is on a week's holiday from today. This totally slipped out of my mind... I..am really very sorry."
Rather than getting angry, Amaira understandably nodded he head.
She knew that the Butter was also getting older by each day, and it was normal for him to forget such minor things.
