I arrived at Josephs & Co. Jewelry Company, ready to go ahead and develop the business my late father had left in my custody. I had hardly stepped out of my car when I heard a voice that was all too familiar calling my name.
"Lydia."
I turned and found Frank gazing at me with a nostalgic look on his face. I frowned and let my car keys fall into my branded handbag.
I was wearing a short white skirt and a statement jacket, along with white pointed stiletto shoes that morning. My hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail, accentuating my beautiful facial features. "Mr. Lanka, what brings you to my company this early morning?" I asked.
"I've been trying to call you many times, but my calls were not being answered. Lydia. I mean, Miss Josephs, we need to talk," Frank said.
"There's nothing
