The woman in the miniskirt stood behind the reception desk worriedly. The tips of her heels tapped on the floor, and her head always turned to the glass door every time it swung open and revealed people she didn't expect to see at all. The man she was waiting for was never late. He was a perfectionist man who always arrived on time and never let himself be late, even for a second. But this time, it was different. The man she had been waiting for had not yet appeared in front of her.
She was getting restless and worried. She was afraid that something bad would happen to him. Maybe his car broke down on the way to the office, or a reckless driver accidentally hit his car and injured him.
No! She groaned inwardly. She strictly forbade her mind from replaying all the horrible images in her h
