Jerald Ingram stood up when she entered the restaurant. He smiled warmly at her, his warm grey eyes crinkling at the corners. He was sitting in a secluded corner of the restaurant, barely noticeable from the entrance if he had not stood up.
She made her way past the busy restaurant, most of its tables full of office workers in the area. The restaurant, which offers simple Italian dishes, is a popular one among those who work in the area due to its ambiance and delicious food. She didn’t expect Mr Ingram to be alone. She had thought some of their colleagues would be there too. She looked around, they were not even at a different table. It was just her and her boss.
“Clarissa,” he gave her an uncharacteristic warm hug when she reached the table. She returned it. Maybe her boss really did
