Samson arrived early, waiting just outside the entrance Rosa usually took each morning. He realized this could be an unexpected shock, but he saw no alternative to expressing what he had to convey. When he finally noticed her coming, he advanced, obstructing her route before she could reach the elevator.
“Rosa,” he called, and her head shot up, astonishment appearing in her eyes.
“Samson?” she asked, brows knitting together as she halted. “What… are you doing here?”
“Can I steal you for a moment?” His voice was steady, calm, despite the mix of anticipation and tension stirring inside him.“I must speak with you.”
She paused, her gaze exploring his features, but ultimately agreed. He led her to a secluded room he had arranged in the building—calm, sophisticated, away from curious onlooke
