'Would he be a stranger? A politician? A wealthy businessman? Someone dangerous? Someone powerful enough to avoid identification?'
Evelyn found her mind swirling with thoughts, and a nervous twist formed in her stomach.
She reached into her bag and pulled out her phone.
For a moment, she considered texting Axel.
But she stopped herself. He was waiting outside with Oliver. She didn't want him worrying more than he already was.
Instead, she placed her phone face down and squeezed her eyes shut.
'Please let this be good,' she whispered to herself. 'Please let this be something I can accept.'
The room remained still, too still. Even the faint hum of the air conditioner sounded loud.
Her heartbeat echoed in her ears.
Her gaze shifted back to the door again.
And finally, the door swung open—
The moment the door opened, Evelyn instinctively straightened her posture, preparing herself for anything.
Anything but this.
