After chatting a little with Mira, I finally went down to the ground floor and walked toward the drop-off area while texting Mr. Silo that I was done for the day.
"Oh, Helcia, are you heading home by taxi?"
I stopped the moment someone called my name. I already knew that voice. I sighed before lifting my head and, just as I expected, Samuel was sitting in the lobby like he owned the place.
He rushed out of the script reading room earlier like he had something important to do… yet here he was, relaxing and annoying me again.
"No, someone is picking me up," I replied with a small, forced smile.
"Who? Your husband?" Samuel asked again. But for some reason, I felt like he was mocking me. Maybe because he thought my husband was the useless Brixton.
"I don't think we're close enough for you to ask about my private life," I answered. I still smiled, but my tone turned firm. A clear warning that I wasn't joking.
