Emilie had actually enjoyed herself at the event, she didnât have any drama, she only enjoyed herself with a couple friends she normally doesnât get the opportunity to see. Though as the night ended, a new work week began and her quest to learn whatever blackmail she can about about a certain staff at Sunlife corporation, while continuing to find companies to invest in, or check in with companies sheâd already invested in continued. The dark haired woman, had been walking the street from one meeting to another, two coffees in one hand, and her dry-cleaning in the other. Why sheâd somehow agreed that the middle of the day was a smart time to pick her up dress from the previous night she didnât know. Though she had a little time to make it back to her apartment before her next meeting. Emilie was in a bit of a hurry when her eyes caught the front page of a newspaper. Recognizing both her best friends ex-fling face and the sweet young woman face sheâd run into on the street not too long ago slapped all over the front page, with the words âmissingâ in big bold letters. She furrowed her eyebrows, before reaching into the dispenser and grabbing a paper. She opened the newspaper to read the article when she felt the nudge of her shoulder causing her work bag to fall off her shoulder. âOh god dammit,â her laptop sliding out, scraping the metal, her phone landing not too far, but far enough. She crouched down to start picking up her pens.Â
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With the day having gone by within the blink of an eye, the male had awarded a coffee break was a given. Not to mention a short break was more beneficial than no break at all as Preston navigated the crowded coffee shop, only pausing as his shoulder brushed against a stranger. Followed by the sound of clattering metal which was matched with the spilling of a bag, and immediately the man was kneeling to help collect the items. Not glancing towards her features, he uttered a mixture of apologies as he gathered everything to hand back over. Only then realizing that he more than recognized the woman; setting the few pens atop her table, he spoke. "It's you..."Â
