I was beginning to accept my fate, the change, and him around me again. It didn’t scare me as it did the first couple of days. And it scared me the most. It’s just been no more than twenty days since I met him again, and I was already thinking about him more and more. I was turning weak again. Just like years ago…

No, Em. Don’t go there. You can’t fall weak this time. Be strong, use your head. Don’t let yourself fall into his trap. You don’t know what happened seven years ago. Even if he knew about your feelings, you don’t know if he really had anything for you in his heart. But that wasn’t possible. If he felt something, then he wouldn’t do that with your sister.

But Tess said she didn’t love him…

Then why did they do it? If there was nothing between them, then why? Or there was? Or it could be a moment of heat between them? But do best friends do that?

I blew out a sigh. It was all so confusing. I didn’t know what to think anymore. All my life I thought my sister betrayed me, but the truth was she didn’t. Or she said she would never hurt me.

I wanted to ask Tobias about it. The truth of what actually happened seven years ago. But I didn’t know how to start this conversation with him. Did he even know what happened that night?

“God, it’s not even noon and I’m already so tired! The preparation for the meeting with Arabs is taking a toll on me,” Liza complained.

“What’s so important about this meeting, though? I mean, the way everyone is taking it so seriously, it’s not usual.”

“It’s a very big deal the boss wants to crack with them. He doesn’t want it to go to our rival company. These chipmunks now started a new clothing line when they found out about our new business in this field.” She shook her head. “I tell you, these people can’t take any success from this company.”

Oh! So that’s all the fuss about.

Then something caught my eye as we reached the last stop, forty-ninth floor. It was a fifty-story building. Then why were there only forty-nine buttons on the elevator panel?

“We’re here,” she announced once the doors opened.

“Wait, why are there only forty-nine buttons? It’s a fiftieth-floor building, right?” I asked, strolling out behind her.

She bobbed her head. “Yes. The boss’s penthouse is on the fiftieth floor, and no one can go there other than his closed ones. So, the common elevator doesn’t have access there. They go there by the VIP one.” Her chit jutted towards the other elevator beside the ordinary one.

The golden one.