Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick) novel Chapter 2607

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2607

“It’s a pleasure to be working with you.” Caiden held out his hand toward Joan, who shook his hand readily.

“The pleasure’s mine,’ she said.

After sorting out some details of their collaboration, Caiden left the photography studio in full faith that Joan would be able to handle everything well.

“Are we gonna do some marketing, Ms. Watts?” one of the young employees asked.

Before Joan could reply, a photographer interrupted excitedly. “Of course! We should distribute some flyers.”

Opposite them, Joan nodded approvingly at the idea. “Alright then, we’ll go give out some flyers. I’ll treat y’all to dinner for helping me.”

“That’s so nice of you, Ms. Watts!” Everyone at the office was all fired up for their new endeavor.

Joan smiled at the thrilled lot and pulled out her phone to make a call. “Hi, Ms. Young, I’ll be eating out tonight,” she said softly, going over to the window.

“Someone’s buying you dinner?” Delilah asked incisively.

“I’m working late tonight, so…”

Joan’s voice trailed off as she contemplated what she should say. She was still not prepared to tell Delilah and Larry everything yet.

On the other end, Delilah felt her hesitation. “Is everything okay, Joan?”

“I’m fine, don’t worry. I have to get going. I’ll see you later. B-bye!”

Delilah looked at the phone in her hand apprehensively after Joan hung up. She was worried.

Why was she stuttering? Is everything alright?

The night was descending as the lonesome moon crept up the sky. The glaring lights from cars speeding down the road shone through the almost empty street as impatient drivers hurried home.

“Why don’t we continue tomorrow, Ms. Watts? It’s getting cold, and people are leaving already,” one of the workers asked.

Joan looked around the vacant street and asked them to go home first.

None of them expected the weather to get this cold.

After all the others had left, Joan sat down on a stone chair beside the road, staring pensively at the pile of flyers in her hands.