"Where are we going now, Ma’am?" Lance, who was driving in front, asked me. Maybe he was confused seeing me rush into the car without saying where we were headed.
"Hm... to the police station," I replied without looking forward. I was engrossed in watching the busy road filled with four-wheeled and two-wheeled vehicles. I wasn't enjoying it; I was just trying to divert my thoughts from the myriad problems caused by Lyka. Her mother's request still echoed in my mind. Remembering it always made me take a deep breath.
I reached for the phone from the bag beside me, trying to contact someone.
"Franceska, how's my schedule today?" I contacted Franceska—my secretary, asking directly without any pleasantries.
"Today, someone wants to make an appointment with you. They're clients who want to w
