The Day Our Promise Breaks

Rosa was right on time, catching the end of the workday to check in on things. It took Evelyn a moment to piece together what Rosa meant when she mentioned Mr. Robinson-oh right, her blind date.

"Is he downstairs at my office?" Evelyn asked, a bit surprised.

"Yep! You were supposed to meet at a restaurant, but he figured since he was in the area, he'd pick you up. Eve, don't keep him waiting and head down."

Rosa was enthusiastic and clearly pleased with the setup she'd arranged.

"Alright, I'm going now," Evelyn replied. She didn't want to keep anyone waiting, quickly grabbed her things and made her way downstairs.

Stepping out of the office, the first thing that caught her eye was a sleek black Rolls-Royce. It was unmistakably Charles' car. He was inside, making no move to get out. As the window lowered a fraction, Evelyn's gaze locked with Charles'.

Dahlia noticed Charles' arrival, a flicker of surprise flickering in her eyes. She noticed his attention was on Evelyn, so she seized the chance to greet him, effectively blocking his view.

"Charles is picking me up, so I'm off. Bye!" she announced to her colleagues, waving with a sweet smile before quickly slipping into the car. As the door closed, she leaned over to give Charles a quick kiss. The tinted windows kept their colleagues from seeing in, but it didn't stop them from drawing their own conclusions.

"Mr. Jenkins and Dahlia are such a perfect pair. Dahlia mentioned they've been together for years, and it's amazing how close they still are. Mr. Jenkins must be really smitten to come get her from work."

movement beside the Rolls-Royce. The door of a sleek, expensive car swung open, revealing a handsome, well-mannered man who stepped out

I'm Michael Robinson," he greeted her with

Evelyn," she replied, matching his politeness. Rosa had recommended him,

you have a preference for Italian or French?" Michael

you choose is fine," Evelyn said, not

was about to get in, she felt an intense stare on her back. It came from the Rolls-Royce. Charles had lowered the window again, his eyes boring

like she'd hop into any car

following his gaze toward Michael, her lips curling ever so slightly into

out his phone. His

message. It was from Charles. She didn't bother opening it. The notification

Charles: [Get out]

no

tonez Evelyn's eyes held a

was busy