"I'll break down your walls one by one and sneak into the gates of your icy heart before crushing it into tiny pieces." He murmurs mercilessly as his lips lightly brush my ear, the contact eliciting an indescribable sensation through every inch of m...
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The minute I step into my office, I see a bouquet of red roses.
I freeze; unable to fathom its significance.
"These roses were delivered to your office during your morning meeting," Vanna discloses in a cheerful voice once she walks into the room.
My brows furrow in confusion.
I approach the desk to assess the gorgeous flowers.
A small note attached to the white box captures my attention.
Once the note is secured in my hand, I read the message without taking the bad handwriting into account :
After our last conversation, I realized you were right about everything. You've worked so hard to build this company and didn't deserve the stress I inflicted. Please accept these roses as a token of my apology. Would use emojis but knowing you, I'd better not.
— Your favourite jerk
Involuntarily, a small smile curves my lips.
He is a whole kind of extra.
Despite Theo pissing me off with his claim to leave Varos the other night, his current gesture is a step in the right direction.
"The delivery guy refused to disclose the sender's identity." Vanna notifies, "But from the looks of things, I'm guessing you're very close to this mystery guy."
I snap out of my trance before regarding Vanna with a blank expression.
"That'd be all."
She squares her shoulders before bobbing her head.
Once she exits the room, I glance at the wall clock.
A doleful sigh escapes my lips upon recalling the meeting I'm to have with a therapist later in the afternoon.
After discovering Lolita's involvement in the money laundering business, I've been meeting a therapist twice a week to help me remember some of the important events I missed the night of my sister's death.
Regardless of how hard I try to recall the missing events locked in my brain, I always fall short and it's frustrating.
If I want detective Landford to gain some lead in his investigation, I must do everything to fully remember what happened.
Knowing Yara's on her way to see me, I make sure to arrive 5 minutes in advance on the main floor.
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"You're right, these are extremely delicious,"
I nod as Yara continues to eat her sushi with chopsticks.
Why she chose to use chopsticks instead of a spoon is beyond me.
We're currently sat at an Asian restaurant from one of Varos' food court.
