Laura.
Is this what I'm thinking?
Shark or Mr. Michael Stone recognizes me?
Is that why he's here?
It better not be. If Mr. Stone mistakenly reveals whatever happened at the club to my boss, there's every possibility I'll get fired.
Jesus, I hope you didn't send him here to punish me for one night of sin?
I can't help the shivers slithering down my spine. He's walking behind me, but his presence alone encroaches on me. Front, back, and center.
Is there really a possibility that he remembers me?
I mean, the question he asked me earlier sounds like he does.
How? I practically gave nothing away at the club.
I wore a mask, and even changed my voice when talking to him. There's certainly no way he remembers me.
But those devouring stares he was giving me back in the meeting
