CHAPTER 23: Request of Trust

Sarah

After lunch, I made my way to BM Technologies. Jakob's surprise was palpable when I walked into the office, especially since it had been too long since he had seen me clad in bright green—a stark departure from my usual black attire.

I couldn't help it; Philip bought me the outfit.

"Let me catch my breath first. We can delve into the questions and answers later," I declared to Jakob.

He simply shrugged, offering me a seat and a glass of water as I settled into the swivel chair, allowing me a moment to compose myself.

"So," he prompted.

"I was robbed last night," I began.

"What? Where? What happened?" Jakob fired off questions in quick succession.

"It was Philip! He played a prank on me!" I recounted the events of the previous night, including the rejection by major hotels due to my tumultuous past with my ex-husband.

"I couldn't even call you to figure out what was going on with the accommodation app. Everything was down last night, and it was all over social m