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Maurene’S POV
My hands were trembling and I could hear the erratic beating of my heart against my ear drums.
I jerked forward as the car screeched to a halt. A shocked gasp slipped past my parted lips and a hand reached out to hold me back, I slowly raised my head, blinking my eyes to offer the person an appreciative smile.
“Are you alright?” His voice filled with concern asked, his eyes dimmed at me. I opened my mouth to speak but the words were caught in my throat. There was no way I could speak and my lips would not tremble so I clamped them shut, swallowing down the huge lump.
He inclined his head to the side, expecting a response and I blinked once again, instantly regaining my composure. I looked away from him before he could make out anything and started questioning me.
“Yes, I am.” I swallowed hard. “Just a little bit dehydrated.” I replied, trying not to look at the haunting building before me.
From the corner of my eyes, I could see he was not satisfied with the reply but thankfully, he did not push further. He picked up the bottle of water next to him and extended it out to me. “Take this.” He offered.
I collected it and had a few gulps before closing it. I could feel his skeptical gaze on me and I turned to him, offering him a smile that did not reach my face. It could not, there was no way I could smile genuinely now.
He arched his left brow and uttered a silent snort before reaching into the bag and picking out the files. “You know what to do and say, right?” He asked, giving me a pointed look and I nodded.
“Of course, Liam,” I finally answered, fighting the urge to roll my eyes at my boss and best friend.
He finally smiled. “Yes, that’s the lady that came with me here.” His chest rumbled with a chortle and my lips instinctively curled into a smile again.
Liam Ferdinand, the one who had picked me up and made me his secretary and his best friend. The reminder of where I was hit me and once again, my heart turned heavy and I gripped the edges of the chair.
Why was I back here? This place, this building. One place I had thought I’d never return to.
I forced my gaze to the entrance and it was just how I had left it. No changes were made. That was unlike 'him' though.
“Based on what I discussed with him through the mails, all he needs to do is agree with these conditions and we would sign it. If he disagrees, we leave. Agreed?” Liamasked, inserting the file back into the bag.
I pray it will be as he said.
I nodded, packing my things into my purse and we both stepped out of the car. I almost stumbled back as the fresh air hit me. The scent of the place that was once home to me engulfed me and I could not help the biting pain in my chest.
“Are you alright, Maurene?” Liam’s worried voice came again. I hated the way this place made me feel. I thought I had overcome it and I would not have to react like this but when I heard Liam saying this was the place we were coming to, all it took was for the name to be mentioned and for me to lose my balance and my composure.
I bit my lower lip. “Let’s do this.” I grinned, the muscles in my cheeks straining as I evaded his question.
He gave a curt nod, narrowing his eyes slightly before wearing a serious facial mask and we headed towards the entrance. A familiar figure walked up to us and my eyes widened in recognition, Beta Grayson. He had grown some beards and his body build was now different. I let out a shaky breath as I tipped my chin and squared my shoulders.
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