LEENA
“So it was you,” I say when we're finally in William's car. I used every fiber of my soul to maintain my smile while my brain exploded with thoughts, until the end of the interview.
“That's not how I intended for you to find out, Muffin.” He says.
I close my eyes and sigh. “Is that why you hired me?”
“Look, Muffin, you wanted a job and I gave you one,” he says nonchalantly as he starts the car.
I'm not mad that he kissed me; I agreed to be kissed by anyone the moment I stepped into that club. I'm confused, however, because nothing about all this makes sense to me.
“Why did you disappear right after kissing me?” I ask, allowing my curiosity to seek answers.
He laughs, “You ask too many questions, you should be a detective.”
I roll my eyes and mentally travel back to that n
