SCARLET
That woman was Stacy? No, no. She could be another Stacy, but why was my heart throbbing, sending me a feeling that she was the Stacy that Luke didn’t want me to know?
Everything fits the harder I think about it. She was the exact definition of Luke’s type, except for the wheelchair part.
I didn’t have the right to ask her who she was, so I didn’t say anything further. But I don’t have a good feeling about her. Should I just leave?
“Excuse me, how can I help you?” The woman in the lobby appeared in front of us.
“I’m looking for Luke,” Stacy answered first.
“I’m Mr. Alejandro’s assistant. He’s currently in a meeting.”
“Are you new here? Don’t you know who I am?” She eyed the assistant coldly.
“Do you know what time the meeting will end?” I asked the receptionist nicely inste
