We arrive at the ACH in ten minutes considering the distance is not so far from the Finery shop. Rory parks in the parking lot and I get down. I look around and spot the ACH car which I have taken earlier parked in a corner like Rory had assumed it would.
We both walk into the building and once inside we take an elevator I pressed the fourth floor where Paris and my office are located. I look at my wristwatch and sigh, thirty seconds more to get rid of the bipolar man standing g beside me. Twenty-nine, twenty-eight, twenty-seven, twenty-six, twent- I lose count when I feel a hand snakes its way around my waist and before I can protest, I feel myself stumble against the rigid body of Rory.
Standing at about five feet three inches tall, my face is barely higher than Rory’s chest and I feel
