Ch 4: Mysterious Guy.

Janet avoided the library for days, her humiliation from the gala still fresh in her mind. But it wasn't just Sam Foster's sharp words that kept her away—it was the memory of the folded letter waiting in the book. On the fifth day, after much internal debate, she returned, her heart pounding.

As she approached the shelf, she noticed someone else in the same section. A tall man with glasses and an air of quiet intelligence scanned the titles with care. Janet hesitated, feeling self-conscious.

"Looking for something specific?" the man asked, noticing her hesitation.

"Oh, no, just… browsing," Janet replied quickly.

He smiled. "Well, this is a great section. I'm Liam, by the way. I work at the university nearby."

"Janet," she said, forcing a polite smile.

Their brief exchange lingered in her mind as she retrieved the letter and left the library. Liam seemed kind, but Janet wasn't ready to let anyone disrupt her secret correspondence.

Meanwhile, Emma, Janet's bubbly and outspoken friend, had her own run-in with the elusive Sam Foster. A chance meeting at a charity event brought them face-to-face once more. Unlike Janet, Emma was unfazed by his sharp demeanor.

"You're Sam Foster, aren't you?" she said, cornering him after his speech.

Sam sighed inwardly. "Yes, I am. And you are?"

"Emma. We met at the library gala. You yelled at my friend, Janet," she said, folding her arms.

Sam's brow furrowed. "The champagne incident?"

Emma nodded. "That's the one. She's not as fragile as she looks, you know. But maybe you should apologize if you ever see her again."

"I don't need advice on how to behave," Sam said curtly, though her words stayed with him long after their conversation ended.

Meanwhile Janet was successful in putting her letter back into the book. She matched his vibe and replied back. She writes;

To Mr. S,

"If I were holding the pen, I'd write a story of two dreamers who dared to imagine something extraordinary. I'd write about love not as a perfect fairy tale but as a shared adventure, messy and unpredictable yet beautiful in its imperfection.

But tell me, Mr. S, why do you keep coming back to this story? What are you searching for?"

Yours truly,

Lady J.

Sam found Janet's reply the next day, and her words resonated deeply. But before he could dwell on them, he received a call from his sister, Sophie.

"Sam, you need to take a break. Come to dinner tomorrow," Sophie insisted.

Sophie was one of the few people who could talk sense into him. Her sharp wit and genuine concern always kept him grounded. She was also keenly aware of the toll his work was taking on him.

"Fine," Sam relented. "But only for an hour."

Sophie cared about his brother, who was becoming more and more antisocial.

"How long will you stay like this?", she asked Sam.

Sam looked at her and just shook his head.

"I think you should go out more often, have a life, maybe you should consider getting married ", Sophie insisted.

"I am currently not in a position for such a job. I still have to take Passion Industries to the highest peak in fashion world.",Sam replied.

Their conversation ended when Sam received a call from his secretary. So he immediately rushed back to his work.

In a way both Janet and Sam found themselves at a crossroads, their worlds becoming increasingly entangled with those around them. Would the letters remain their only connection, or would fate find a way to bring them together despite the growing complications?