Chase POV
Some instinct told me not to sit behind the desk but to sit opposite it in the morning. Call it intuition, call it self-preservation, I don't know what it was, but five minutes later, I looked up to see none other than her approaching, a resolute expression on her face.
"Wilson" I muttered as he glanced up sharply "You're Chase again now. Don't look up, just nod if you can hear me."
He nodded tightly, just as she got to the doorway and timidly knocked. I studied her. She looked different. Her clothes, I noted with a frown, were not designer but merely store-bought. It didn't detract from her beauty in any way but was surprising considering her wealth. Her long hair swept past her shoulders and curled slightly at the ends and her makeup was subtle. The dress she wore was a bea
