Reconciliation - Part 3

A tired sigh escaped the parting of her lips as she looked down at her hands to find her laptop, Birkin bag, cell phone, and makeup purse barely hanging there for breath. No wonder Sasha did not take her seriously.

That man's soulless grey eyes were the kind to make her lose composure.

As soon as Elma got in front of her office, she hissed and put everything she was holding down onto the floor. She then took up her bag and began to check for the keys. She did not think she could lose something so important or that she had forgotten it back home. So, she searched and searched, expecting to find it there.

"What are you looking for?"

That voice sounded familiar but more than that, it knotted a bow inside her stomach forcing her to stop every movement she was making. Her eyes caught on those fine Italian shoes she'd picked on not long ago. What was he doing right there?