At the close of work, Rita made her way downstairs, clutching her bags. Her car was parked in the private garage reserved for top officials in the organization. As she was about boarding the vehicle, she saw a face that halted her in her tracks.

Rodrigo

The figure of the person was backing her but she could swear it was him. Throwing caution to the wind, Rita followed the figure down the road, keeping a little distance from the person. Rita had no idea if what she saw was real or ...