The question caught me off guard. My grip on the phone tightened as I glanced at Alina, who was glaring daggers at me. Her presence, combined with Lirian’s sudden shift in demeanor, made the moment surreal.
“What kind of question is that?” I asked, my frustration seeping into my voice. After all that I do why would you ask this?”
He didn’t respond immediately, and I felt a pang of worry beneath my irritation. Before I could press him, he asked, “When are you coming back?”
“I’ll talk to you when I’m done here,” I said, my voice softening slightly.
“When?”
I opened my mouth to answer, but Alina cut in, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
“How rude. Talking on the phone while we’re in the middle of a conversation. Aren’t you supposed to be a professional?”
I shot her a withering look. “I’m not sure yet,” I said into the phone, ignoring Alina’s comment.
Lirian’s silence stretched again, and just as I was about to reassure him that I’d return soon, the line went dead. He’d hung up.
Frustrated, I lowered the phone and turned back to Alina.
“If you’re waiting for me to believe your story about the one in power, don’t hold your breath,” I said coolly.
Her cheeks flushed with anger, but she said nothing, storming off with her entourage in tow. The business group, clearly uncomfortable, murmured vague excuses and retreated as well.
Third POV :
At the airport, Lirian sat in the waiting room, his posture rigid. Rain lashed against the tall windows, the distant rumble of thunder punctuating the otherwise hushed atmosphere.
The storm had delayed the last flight of the night, and there was no telling when it would resume.
He stared at the ring in his hand, turning it over slowly. It was a simple design, elegant yet unassuming, one he had saved for and had custom-made years ago.
His thoughts were a storm of their own, churning with memories of Sophia. Her sharp tone on the phone earlier replayed in his mind, a stark contrast to the warmth she usually reserved for him
The ring caught the light as he turned it again, the faint gleam drawing his gaze. It was supposed to symbolize something eternal, something unbreakable. Instead, it now felt like a reminder of everything he might lose.
The Intercom crackled, announcing another delay. Lirian barely noticed. His thoughts remained with Sophia—her laughter, her stubbornness, her unwavering strength..
Meanwhile, another bolt of lightning illuminated the stormy sky..
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