The winds of the storm - IV

"No!" The word left her mouth on autopilot. Joyce then pulled her arm out of the grasp of the man before turning to Adrian. "You cannot do that to me!"

"On the contrary. I think you underestimate me."

It only took her a second to realize that he had said this so emotionlessly that she felt like she was talking to a mafia boss at the moment.

He was not the Adrian whom she had been going out on lunches with. He was the address that she was supposed to be cautious of.

"Adrian," Joyce pleaded as she stepped closer to him. "please, I promise you if ever happens again you will be the first person I come to—"

"So, someone already knows about this. Someone apart from you," his eyes sharpened. "Someone who chose to hide the information as well."

"No, no, no." Joyce muttered and joined her hands in front of him. "They just gave me time to come clean to you myself. We did not want to get in between it and it was me who did not tell you."