No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

I gave a noncommittal "Oh," without bothering to inquire further, and headed straight for the conference room.

"Hey, hold on," Grant called out, his tone steady yet tinged with concern. "The male model from yesterday, he wasn't Ernest."

"I know," I replied, my voice slightly muffled as I sipped my coffee, "I was the one who buried him."

Grant gave a solemn nod, acknowledging the weight of my words, and watched as I continued into the conference room. Inside, I met the gaze of the person waiting for me. It was Conrad.

His eyes were fixed on my face, attempting to read my emotions, but today I felt better than I had in a long time. I had taken the time to put on makeup, feeling vibrant as I left home. Also, the injury on my leg seemed to have miraculously improved overnight, making walking much less painful.

"You're late," Conrad noted, breaking the ice with a light comment.

"Yeah, well, my boss is lenient and doesn't dock my pay," I retorted, which caused a brief flicker of tension on Conrad's face.

Back when I was at the Wagner Group, any tardiness or early departure meant fines, just like everyone else. There were no perks, even as the CEO's fiancée.

"I tried calling you yesterday, and when I stopped by your place, the lights were off. I was worried," Conrad expressed his concern openly.

"I just went to bed early," I replied tersely.

sardonic smile, "Thought you'd be

Because of Phipps?" I

out his phone. After a few taps, I felt my own phone

him overnight. I've sent all the information to your phone. Go through it at

clutched my coffee tighter, "I know Ernest is gone. I'm

relax slightly at my words,

narrowed sharply, "What

of my coffee,

"Felicia, please don't

throbbed in

longer alive. You

juste

face."

face first, though," I said with a light laugh,

you saying... you want to treat Phipps as Ernest? Have him fill Ernest's role

shook my

saying?" Conrad