Her feet walked slowly, down the stairs with her gaze straight ahead, right at the stranger who was standing next to a neatly parked black car — her red eyes narrowed, confirming that the car that was there was hers and ignored Anders who was chattering, talking back about the meeting they just attended.
“So, Miss, where are we going next?” Anders asked. The question seemed to pass her by because she was not focused on “you have a lot of free time for today. There is no work or meeting to attend again. That's the last one.”
Until she was only a few steps closer to the car, the wrinkles on her forehead became more visible because the foreign man opened the door quickly, smiling kindly at her while greeting “Good Afternoon, Miss Arabella”. He greeted
“Who are you?” she asked quickly, conf
