"Yeah. I'm going into the office." She said, an idea suddenly popping into her head as she spoke. She hesitated, but after a second long pep talk, she spat it out. "Wanna meet us and grab some breakfast?" "Breakfast?" She nodded her head, knowing fully well that he couldn't see her.

"Yeah." As she waited for his answer, she bit down on her lower lip and tapped her finger on her thigh.

"Mhm, that sounds like a great plan." He responded, and just like that, she felt the air in her lungs return. "Would it be okay for me to pick you up from the office?"

"Yeah, yeah that can work."

"Alright. Two hours, would that be okay?"

"Yes, that would be perfect."

"Alright. Leonica whispered and cut the call, looking at the screen and sighing.

"What are you doing?" She asked herself, her brows furrowing and her finger pressing against her temple.

She was doing it again, letting a man into her life. But then again, Owen wasn't just any man.

She knew him.

He wasn't Gabriel, he was different, and she wasn't going to let her past experiences dictate her life.

"Letting yourself go, is a good thing." She reminded herself, looking at her reflection. "You can't live forever, afraid of being hurt. That's no way to live. If you keep doing that, you're gonna lose people. People that matter."

She shook her head and turned away from the mirror, heading downstairs for breakfast, which she didn't intend to stay long for.

"Good morning, Ms. Romero." Grace greeted and placed a plate in front of her, a cup of freshly brewed tea beside it.

"Good morning." She replied, picking up the cup and taking a sip, the warm liquid instantly warming her.

As she ate, her phone buzzed again. She picked it up and groaned when seeing it was a message from Kennedy.

She opened it.

[Ms Romero, there's a problem]

narrowed the message and she placed her cup down,

1, using both hands to type a response.

[What is it, Kennedy?

before Kennedy replied. [Earlier this week, you had requested 1 do a background check

made Leonica swallow hard, all seriousness being stirred up

Kennedy's words had taken

minute, two

She texted again,

so bad, Kennedy

was being paranoid and it wasn't as bad as she was making

for the reply, she found the feeling of anxiousness growing more and more. With one last forced spoon, she shoved her meal

leaving now, Grace. Make sure Ashley has his dinner." She instructed as she stood up, grabbed her

ma'am." Grace

hear her, her mind too focused on the fact that Kennedy still hasn't replied

the time she arrived at the office, there was yet to be a reply and Kennedy wasn't

going straight to her office, she walled

"Good morning Ms. Romero."

you help me find out if Rennedy's arrived at work?" She

something into her computer. "According to the security system, he came in an hour

from Kennedy. [Ms. Romero, I won't be able to come to work today. I'm sick, I apologize.] Leonica's eyes narrowed and as she read the message over r and over again, she f Her

few feet away, his gaze hard and cold as be stared at

pair of eyes watching

pulling her attention away

Leonica knew something was off. From the corner of her eyes, she saw Stuart walk away, his steps slow and steady as he disappeared around a corner in a sluggish way as if telling her

Romero, Is everything okay?" The reception

direction where Stuart had walked off in, and

matters to take care of, inform me

some part of her told her that

Leonica hurried off in the same direction where

before he walked off.

of the Hall, staring at her with a simile on his lips b Her eyes twitched at his action. For a few seconds, she remained rooted in her spot, wondering what

she ignored them and walked

after him, the more they

more her anxiety y rose and the

Leonica never liked visiting, the door was open, the light was

deep

was a large room, boxes upon boxes of files stacked everywhere and a small couch placed beside the

finding nothing out of place not even Stuart was

hadn't hallucinated the entire

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