NovelEnglishChapter 0681 Enzo The flight had felt endless. Between fitful attempts at sleep and staring absently out the window, my mind raced in endless circles. What would I say to Tim? How would he react? Would he even believeover his trusted team doctor, Mila, who he had known for years? By the tthe plane landed, my mouth felt bone dry.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"We have arrived at our destination," the pilot announced through the intercom. "Thank you for flying with us, and enjoy your stay." I hurried through the terminal, the sound of my pounding heart drowning out the ambient noise. With my carry- on clutched in my hand, I didn't even bother to check into the hotel first; I simply called a cab straight to Tim's office, not wanting to waste any time.
I needed to get this over with.
Before I knew it, I found myself outside Tim's office. I hesitated for just a moment longer, steeling myself, and then turned the handle.
Tim "Enza!" Tim jumped up from behind his large oak desk, a look of surprise flashing across his rugged features. He crossed the room in three long strides, checking his watch. "What on earth are you doing here?" Despite everything, a genuine smile tugged at my lips as I returned Tim's strong handshake. Over the past months I had cto respect Tim so much, not just as a boss, but as a man. I hated the idea of letting him down, especially when I knew how much the team needed me.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWhich only made what I had to say so much harder.
Tim gestured to the chair across from his desk as he reclaimed his own seat. Concern furrowed his brow and he studiedintently, hands folded.
"So, tell me, what brings you here?" he asked, then paused, his eyes scanning my face. "God, Enzo, it everything alright? You look pale." I drew in a deep breath. No more hiding.
"Tim, I'm sorry I didn't let you know ahead of time, but I had no choice," I said. "I needed to talk to you. In person." Tim furrowed his brow slightly. "What about?" In as calm a voice as I could manage, I recounted the full story. How Mila had givena drink at the bar that seemed to be laced with something. How, when I had stopped drinking and left, she then showed up at my hotel the next morning, claiming that Tim had given her instructions to givea ride to the airport.
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