|Tamara|
Five years later…
“You’re not really coming with me?” I asked when his car stopped just in front of the departure area. I stared into his eyes. Pierre gave me a warm smile and then heaved a deep sigh.
“Tamara, you know I can’t. And besides, if I were to arrive with you at the airport, something might happen to me without us knowing,”
I couldn’t help but chuckle at his last remarks. Even Pierre won’t mention what he means; I have an idea what he was talking about.
“Well, I was just asking you for one last time since this project was offered to us,” I said.
“I think we should establish a branch of our business in your country,” he suggestively said. My one brow shot up.
“Should we?”
Pierre grinned at me and shrugged his shoulders. “I have this feeling that you would
