Katherine wasn't quite sure when exactly she lost control of the morning.
Maybe it was that moment when Lara Johanssen suddenly came to greet her, or maybe it was when she'd smiled that disarming smile and said, "Let's talk, just the two of us."
Now, she was sitting across from the woman in a café not far from the office, her back straight, her fingers gently curled around a cup of lukewarm coffee she hadn't touched. The clinking of spoons, the low hum of conversations, and the hiss of steaming milk filled the air, but none of it registered properly. Not when her mind kept circling the same question: Why didn't I just say no?
Because it would've been rude?
Because Lara had caught her off guard?
Because some curious, cautious part of her wanted to know what the daughter of Felix's father's friend possibly wanted with her?
Katherine exhaled slowly through her nose, keeping her expression as composed as ever.
