Your blood match hers?

As the door to Mr. Briggs's office opened, he raised his head to see his secretary walking into his office with a tiny plate with a mug on it.

Her gaze never met him as she slowly walked over to him, her eyes focused on the cup, and she placed the plate on the table, saying, “Here’s your afternoon ginger tea, boss.”

“Thanks,” Mr. Briggs mumbled, his mind still disturb by the agreement he and Zane had earlier that morning.

As he reached for the mug, she watched calmly until he took a huge gulp of the tea, and then she walked out without looking back.

The tea helped calm him down. But the feeling remained as he looked at the computer screen and then he turned it off, knowing that he wasn’t in the right mindset to work.

Afterward, he rested back in his chair, staring at the ceiling for a while before reaching for the tv remote and then turning on the news channel.

“We have identified those that were involved in the accident from earlier, that took place at keypoint intersection, where a