Beverley took a sip of water with trembling hands. She had never once thought that Chris would come to see her. She felt uneasy.
“What if he comes again? What does he want?”
She took another sip of her water and then took a deep breath to calm down. “Maybe it’s just my overthinking. Chris wouldn’t dare do anything here,” she muttered.
Finally, she stepped out of her office. As she passed the cashier’s desk, Ciara suddenly called out to her. “Ma’am, are you alright?” she asked.
Beverley shook her head. “You don’t think I’m okay?”
Ciara cleared her throat. She said hesitantly, “It looks like you fought with Mr. Oliver. I saw him come out of the café with an unpleasant expression.”
“Ciara, he’s not....” Beverley wanted to explain but then dropped her words. She couldn’t possibly tell ot
