isco (1 w

r lunch with me?" Lana's voice

on my office computer. I glanced at the comp

me a voucher as a bonus,

s meet ther

l!" Lana's cheerful

eplied before st

who saved me in Manhattan. And Lana didn't push m

audit team to do it, and Mrs. Lynch informed me that my job was done, and I could r

car that night

ymore. Besides, how could someone li

nted me for the past week, followed by anger at m

e kis

the memory of that kiss.

looked up to see Oliver, smiling broadly, his ches

I asked

afternoon?" his wide

r w

h wit

tment with Lana," I re

d a bit. "Well, then

looked at him a bit annoyed a

forget tomo

e. He started talking to me more and smiled broadly whenever he saw me. I couldn't avoid him even t

s mounted on one of the restaurant's walls, various wine brands filled its shelves, ranging from two to eighty years old. Lana was reading th

and today's special dish after La

hanging jobs..." L

ha

arting to get a little bored," she

, wanting something like this now and then forgetting her

avel the world, per

her answer. "

tination is Africa. Or the Middle East. Definite

ana rolled her eyes. "Okay,

. But there was something odd in her smile. Just as I wa

ced behind me for a moment, and my heart felt like it slid into

ple. I quickly averted my gaze before he caught my eyes

ile looking at my full wi

" Lana furrowe

ancisco?! I hope he mistook me, or at

made my stomach feel like it was filled

ckward and put on a pretens

f his shirt were open. At a closer distance, I noticed his jaw was slightly dark

stupid tho

I looked at Lana, the expression on her face made me feel a bit guilty. She looked a

e." He replied courteously to Lana

I asked with a formal tone. Mr. Shaw furrowe

Heather, I haven't thanked you for w

e thanking me a week

o thank me. Ah, Mr. Shaw, this is Alayna Morrel. Lana

quietly. "Are you relate

t you, Mr. Shaw." She added, looking at me with a sl

ited his company,"

u? Do you have time?" he asked, inserting both of his hands into his t

-o

rr

iel to dinner at the apartmen

ni

an acquaintance named Daniel. Lana returned my gaze with her broad smile, an

Heat

th a more formal tone than before. He pulled the corners of hi

ite down your address?" he asked b

d it to him. His fingers touched mine as he took the card, an

il I nodded. Then, he looked at Lana, smiling, "Miss Morrel." Mr

ook a sip of her wine. "So when were you planning

my client's

e muttered with an

he waitress to leave before continuing, "Nicholas S

oke on the asparagus I was eati

ha

we had lunch in Manhattan

me suspicious. "Is the man you talk

ent's boss," I mumbled,

ou, kiss you?" Lana stared at me with an inte