“Rosebud, wait!”

“Don’t!” Giving him a warning look, I stormed out of his office. And to my dismay, the door automatically closed behind me.

“Mr. Valencian, I’m so sorry…” Her meek words faded away along the gap of the door. My lips pressed tight as I glared at it. Her slutty dress pricked my insides. Did she wear it for him?

My nails dug into my palms. He definitely didn’t call her. The way he behaved proved it. Then why the heck she was here?

I stood there like a psycho, staring at a closed door with venom. And why the hell did I come out like that? I shouldn’t have left her alone with him.

Shaking my head at my ridiculous thoughts, I decided to leave. But still somehow lingered around the corner. Several ominous thoughts were nagging in my head.

Though his booming voice that flew out of the closed door soothed my burning heart a little. They weren’t doing anything I wouldn’t like. The door opened again, and that witch came out with tears in her eyes. I hid myself from her sight.

Throwing another glance at his office, with her pale face, she turned around and rushed down the hallway without looking back. And I just kept glaring at her until she was out of sight.

A thud came out of his office, followed by another. I took a few steps towards the door, ready to barge in again. But then I stopped myself.

If I go in there right now, he won’t let me leave until I answer him.

I shook my head. He must be angry and throwing a tantrum right now.

But… what if he was hurt?

I bit my lip.

And then I heard him shouting something. Seconds later, a huffing and puffing Carter appeared and rushed inside the devil’s den.

I heaved a sigh. He was okay. It was just another bad day for Carter, I guessed.

Poor guy.

Just as I turned around to leave, my phone buzzed.

Opening the message, I read it.

Great! He sent the information I needed.

Now all I have to do is to drive there and sort things out myself.

FORTY-TWO: MEETING SIERRA

Pressing the bell, I waited.

The elevator opened, and a lanky middle-aged man stepped out in a floral shirt. Stopping, he eyed me up and down with his slightly red eyes. I faced away from him and tapped the bell again.

What’s taking her so long to open the door?

Once the creepy man unlocked his apartment next to the one I was standing before and went inside, casting me one last lingering glance before closing the door, I sighed in relief.

God knew how she stayed here with this creep on the other side of the wall.

With a click, the door opened, and her blonde head peeked through it. Surprise flashed across her brown eyes.