Kiara's POV
Work was unusually quiet, except for the faint tapping of fingers against keyboards and the low hum of conversation in the background. I leaned back in my chair, my phone nestled in my hand as I fired off another text.
Me: I forgot to tell you about Lola.
Lucian's response was almost immediate.
Lucian: Dead Lola?
I frowned. His bluntness was grating, but I couldn't deny the accuracy.
Me: Yes, dead Lola. There's something weird about her situation.
Lucian: Define weird.
I hesitated, glancing around the office. No one was paying me any attention. Safe.
Me: She experienced things I did in my past life. The nudes. The manager pouring drinks on her back. All of it.
I watched the little dots blink on the screen as Lucian typed.
Lucian: Coincidence.
I rolled my eyes, resisting the urge to throw my phone. Coincidence? I wasn't buying that.