STANLEY'S POV
It would have been the intelligent thing to do. Let her recover. Let time do its slow, merciless work. But I've never been a patient one where Liana is involved. Least of all now, least of all when each passing second away from her is like losing something that can't be regained.
So I paid her a visit at her office. The Z-Core building towered high and haughty, just like the woman who owned it. Security scanned me from head to toe, and I flashed the ID of my firm as it held sufficient authority to get me in. They didn't ask my questions, or maybe they didn't care. I took the elevator up to the top. It was still very busy, it had the kind of silence that hung around when people were either deeply engrossed in work or terrified. I didn't know what sponsored today's silence. M
