“Huh?”
Was Arya’s first reaction listening to Lucas’s words.
She slammed back down into the sofa chair, looking around the esthetic room.
A plunged line of rarest wooden work, the king size bed, resting a few feet away from the grey couch, in front of the balcony window. The brown tiled floor shined, reflecting Arya’s perfect image that she seemed too immersed watching herself, reflected off the floor. Cool winter breeze, blew right through the red chiffon curtains, blowing Arya’s hair over her face.
She gulped looking down again focused on her reflection. Thinking over and over again about Lucas’s words. Not even for once, any flashback that her mind flared with had her with the guy who told her that he was her boss.
“What kind of spy?” she turned to look up at him and gasped findi
