THE NEXT DAY…

“Chloe…” She jumped slightly at the mention of her name. She had been so deep in thought. “What are you doing?” Amir questioned her, a little frown of concern on his face.

“Uh…” Her eyes swiftly darted between the man and the duster in her hand. “My job?”

“I am sure the bi-monthly cleaning team we paid for already took care of things,” he pointed out.

“Did they?” Chloe took a quick trip down memory lane and realised he was right.

Had she not been ...