Saira's POV.
Mark has been obvious in his attempt to flirt with me throughout the evening much to Leonardo's displeasure. His manner has been light and harmless but I had no intentions of getting into any 'controversy' which would effect my job.
Right now though his presence was welcome.
"I have been looking for you. If you would excuse us Carlo?" he added to the man beside him, obviously very familiar with him.
The man smiled in response and I allowed Mark to lead me away by my elbow.
"You can thank me later for rescuing you." he shot me a grin.
I hope the chapter has been a good read. Leonardo's knows how to corner his Zavi- haha! The past raises it's head. Leonardo is convinced Saira is not guilty. Do you think the evidence will prove him right? Do read on to stay connected with what happens next. Please vote and comment. Love, from me to you.:)
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