Chapter 14
Even in the rain, she made her daily trek to the agency office.
Even in the rain, she wouldn’t go inside.
She stood under her umbrella in the parkette across the street, eating her homemade croissandwich and staring at the building.
Are you there, Mr. Anonymous? It’s me, Hannah.
Was Nathaniel correct in believing Mr A was a regular escort? No, he wasn’t. She was sure he wasn’t.
But if she was so sure, then why did she spend every lunch break skulking outside the agency office in hopes of catching a glimpse of him?
Hannah glanced at the bejewelled watch she’d bought at Victory—her first purchase using her staff discount. s**t! She was going to be late getting back, and she still had to slip out of her fashionable galoshes and back into her sales floor flats.
Avoiding
