Morning came with the soft hues of sunlight creeping through the curtains. A gentle knock at the door stirred Nicole from her restless sleep.
Her body was heavy, the weight of the previous days' revelations and emotional strain still clinging onto her.
She opened the door, and the receptionist greeted her in a respectful tone, telling her that Mr. Abrams was waiting for her in the parking lot.
Nicole looked at the wall clock; it was some minutes past eight. Sighing deep, she thanked the receptionist and promised to join him shortly.
Nicole quickly dressed up and headed for the parking lot. Leo stood at the car, his expression warm as he opened the door for her.
A considerate gesture, yet she sidestepped him and opened the door herself, sliding in wordlessly.
The silence that follow
