Grayson
The room fell silent after she left, but her scent lingered like smoke, stubborn, inescapable.
The chair she had sat on across from me was still slightly turned, her presence hanging in the room. I told myself to leave, to get back to work, but my body has a mind of its own.
She had looked startled after the question, her eyes wide with something; it was just fear, a memory. Recognition.
The silence that followed had been deafening. She'd frozen for a second too long, just enough to confirm she was keeping a secret. Then she'd made some excuse about an emergency she needed to attend to and bolted, her heels clicking hurriedly down the hall.
Bridget knocked and came in after a few minutes, snapping me out of my reverie. “Do you want to go over the updated guest list, sir?”
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