After three hours
Avey sat inside a fancy restaurant, trying her hardest not to cry again. No she had cried enough.
What was the use of crying, anyway?
"What happened now? Why did you invite me?" The man's voice cut through the low hum of the restaurant, laced with a frown. "Didn't you kick me out last time?"
"I'm sorry about that… I had no other choice," Avey said, her voice soft. "Please, forgive all my earlier mistakes. I'll give you a major tender for your company. I'll even invest 300 million dollars." She tried to smile, to add a sense of reassurance, but her eyes were a little too wet on the edge of breaking down again.
Her gaze stayed on Victor's face the same face that once held bruises and cuts. Now healed, but still unreadable, etched with suspicion. What had changed her so suddenly? This was the same woman who had kicked him out of her house party, cold as ice.
