Lipstick Stain on His Shirt
At JH Grand Hotel. "President Blake, here's to a successful collaboration." "Likewise." Adrian Blake had just concluded a business dinner and was stepping out of the private dining room when he heard a commotion from the neighboring room. Angry shouting, accompanied by the shattering of glass, broke the relative calm of the hallway. He paused, intending to walk away, but the door to the neighboring room burst open. A young woman ran out in a panic, colliding directly into him. “Sorry—” She looked up mid-apology and froze. Her eyes lit up as though she'd found salvation. Grabbing his shirt sleeve tightly, she stammered, “Adrian…” Adrian Blake glanced down. The disheveled woman was Rachael Hall. Her hair was a mess, and her entire appearance screamed distress. His gaze shifted to the m
- Writer
