In Obsidian,
Alaric had just reached behind Aveline, who stood in the hall, looking at an identical corridor. "It's like a riddle." She said.
Alaric was about to offer to take her around when his mobile rang. He answered it to hear, [Sir, Damien Ashford is here.]
He reluctantly repeated it to her, "Damien Ashford is here."
Aveline watched him take a hallway before she turned to the entrance.
A Ferrari came to a halt, and Damien stepped out, looking suave. She flashed a practiced soft smile as he approached her with a gaze that could make one shiver.
"Finally, we're out for dinner," she mused.
He caressed her head, not even hiding the suspicion in his eyes as he smirked. "It's just the start. We'll be coming out more often."
Aveline struggled to brighten her smile. She wanted this to be the last dinner. She wanted him to be too busy to bother her.
"We'll see," she replied.
Damien glanced at Mike Wilson nearby and asked her, "Why are you standing here?"
