(Roman)
Burying myself in paperwork became the distraction I badly needed. It's been days now. I haven't visited the headquarters, because it hurts to wait for an answer that may never come.
Maybe I misread her.
I dropped the pen and combed through my hair. The memories are fixing up like a puzzle. Several pieces and connecting dotes are still missing. But here and now, all I want is her.
“ Well, then.” I grabbed my keys, pushed the chair back under my sculpted mahogany desk. Dusting off the scent of paper and ink, I stretched and stepped into the car. About to turn the keys, a car drives in.
Diana's.
“ Honey,” she hurried up to me, and got in beside me. “ You aren't taking my calls."
" Your grandmother is worried too.”
“ Nice diplomacy,” I smirked inwardly. Not her, but the one
