The Arrival

Chapter 50

BIANCA’S POV

I was seated several inches away from the entrance door of the shop, but facing directly toward it, so spotting Mr. Sam was easy. Bernard wanted to speak, but I gestured for him to hold on, then stood up and waved for Mr. Sam to see me. He acknowledged with a nod and began making his way toward me.

“I’m sorry,” I apologized to Bernard as I sat back down, my expression turning sour. “My guest is here.”

“Ok,” he shrugged his shoulders to show it was no problem. “I guess I should be taking my leave then.”

As he began to rise, I reached out and took his hand, gazing up at him.

“Please we’ll continue this conversation. I need to know who that girl was and what Richard did to her.”

He nodded with a somewhat solemn expression on his face, and I let go of his hand.

“In that case, I think we should exchange digits to keep in touch,” he said, reaching down his pocket to grab his phone.

“Ok,” I concurred, opening my purse to grab mine.

He grabbed my phone swiftly,