“I’m so sorry,” she said quickly. “He’s not like that. I guess he was just… nervous.”
“It’s okay, Mrs. Graves. Please don’t worry,” Emma answered quietly.
She folded her hands in front of her, her purse resting lightly between them as she gave Hannah a polite smile.
“You can ask Harold if he’d like to meet me here next week,” Emma continued softly. “Same restaurant, same place. Five in the evening. If he’s ready to go on a date with me… we can meet again.”
Hannah blinked for a second before relief flooded her face.
“Of course! Yes, that sounds wonderful,” she said eagerly.
She let out a long breath of relief that escaped her chest almost uncontrollably.
“Thank you,” she added gratefully. “I’ll tell him.”
Emma gave a small nod.
“Alright, I should leave now,” she said politely.
She nodded once to Hannah before turning around and walking toward the restaurant exit.
After stepping outside, Emma got into her car. She pulled out of the parking space and slowly drove toward the exit.
Just then, she noticed another car approaching from the opposite direction.
It was a sleek black Lamborghini, its convertible top folded down, leaving the interior open to the warm air.
As the car came closer, it slowed slightly as it passed her.
For a brief moment, their cars moved side by side.
Emma turned her head slightly.
Inside the Lamborghini, Harold sat behind the wheel.
There was an arrogant, stubborn look on his face as his eyes met hers.
As their cars crossed paths, Emma slowed her car until it was almost at a stop beside his.
Her window aligned with his.
For a second, they were directly facing each other.
Emma turned her head and looked straight at him.
Harold met her gaze—
Harold’s confident expression immediately faltered.
He suddenly looked flustered. Almost embarrassed.
His eyes dropped first.
He quickly tightened his grip on the steering wheel, keeping his eyes forward and avoiding her gaze. Without looking at her again, he pressed the accelerator and sped away.
Emma watched the car disappear, a mischievous smile curling at the corner of her mouth before she calmly started her own car and drove away.
The next day, Emma was working in her office when her phone dinged on the table.
