It's been a few hours since the morning incident. Since then, I haven't seen or spoken to Mr. Jason, and I am more than grateful for that. I am getting ready to go out and have lunch with Evan. He called earlier and said he would be around the area, so he wanted to meet up for lunch.

I am standing up from my chair when I knock a file off my desk mistakenly. I bend under to pick it up, and while lifting my head, someone speaks to me.

'Where are you going?" Vivienne asks. She must ...