When Harold arrived at the office, he was met with an unusual request—Lila had asked him to meet her in the women's restroom. His brows furrowed in confusion, a knot of worry tightening in his chest.
Why the restroom? Was she hurt? Injured? Or worse? Harold didn't hesitate, his mind racing with possibilities as he made his way there.
The moment he stepped inside, his eyes swept over her, searching for any sign of distress. But Lila was fine. She stood by the counter, her composed demeanor instantly soothing the panic that had gripped him.
Harold exhaled a deep sigh of relief, his shoulders dropping slightly. "You scared me," he muttered, stepping closer. "When you asked me to come here, I thought something had happened…"