James
Everlyn didn’t say much on the drive over to the meeting with Samson. She watched out the window with a content smile on her face. I yearned to know what she was thinking in that moment. But she didn’t share with me and I didn’t ask. I’m not entirely sure I’d like whatever it was after our visit with Lily. I wanted to hear what Samson has found on Gloria before I can forgive any of this craziness.
Samson joined us in the conference room and carried in a black briefcase. Samson’s briefcase looked nothing like this, so I was confused. When he sat it on the table and opened the lid, I saw the initials GL embossed on the lock. I assumed this was Gloria’s then.
“Well, Everlyn,” Samson sighed. “I believe I owe you an apology for my skepticism.”
“What?” I said. “What does that mean?”
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