Dating 1

The evening had approached when Vlora unconsciously looked at the back of her hand that received a kiss from Andreas earlier that morning. She was momentarily stunned, her face hardened and heated. Then she took a tissue and wiped it off.

Useless, indeed. There were no traces left by Andreas. But Vlora felt the need to do it anyway.

Lucas's office door opened, and Vlora immediately stood up from her seat.

“I'm going home. Tomorrow, let's meet directly at Granduta.”

Vlora nodded once. “Alright, Sir.”

Without saying anything else, Lucas left. He walked leisurely, taking out his phone from his pants pocket. Just before he entered the elevator, his voice echoed faintly.

“Ve, I just got out.”

After the elevator door closed, Vlora sat back down. She finished some work, occasionally glancing at the clock on the computer monitor. It was clear, without needing to ask, that she was waiting for Andreas, with a thought crossing her mind.

Maybe this is truly the best decision.

The descending eleva