I knew she hated me, why wouldn't she. But I loved her, and I still do. To see her, even with her eyes full of fury and despise for me was enough to calm my soul.
Sometimes I wish I didn't love her, it would make it so much easier to move on with my life, but I'm stuck on her.
I decide to call her office, and arrange a meeting myself. Her assistant, my old receptionist who she stole for her company, answered.
"Eva Enterprises, how can I help you?" She says.
"Can I speak to Miss Davis?" I ask politely.
"Is this Mr King?" I think she recognised my voice.
"Yes."
"Well, Miss Davis is currently not in the building and won't be until after Valentine's Day, please call again after that." She says, and says a goodbye before I hang up.
Does Amelia has Valentine's Day plans?
With who?
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