"Yes, I really want to know too, why do I still have to come and ask you." He murmured, his reason clearly telling him what the facts were and who was lying, yet the vague feeling in his heart felt like it was still unwilling to give up, still seeking an answer.
His lips approached her again, she struggled desperately, and the sound of footsteps came to her ears, making her even more anxious. If she and Daniel Harris were seen like this, it would be impossible to explain.
She didn't know where her strength came from, but she suddenly pushed him away and ran off in a panic.
Daniel Harris staggered backwards several steps before he managed to steady himself. His palm felt empty, devoid of the warmth it once held, and the voices of others reached his ears.
"Director Harris, why are you standing here?"
"It's nothing." He shook his head, his drunkenness sobering up a bit. His toe kicked something, and he looked down to find a phone.
