Chapter 5

Zoey's Pov

After Emma gave a knock twice, she opened the door and walked in. I exhaled before following her inside. I felt my tension raising up at the sight of him sitting there, relaxing into his chair at the desk.

"You may both take a seat." He offered, gesturing to the seats in front of his desk.

He seemed calm in his voice, but his facial looks said a totally different thing. I and Emma both settled in the seats in front of his desk. I don't know, but I can't pull my gaze away from him.

Maybe I'm expecting a reaction from him to indicate that he recalls me, but there was none.

Or is he pretending not to recall me?

"Who are you, and how can I help you?" He asked, resting his arm on his desk.

"You don't recall me?" I blurted out, staring straight into his eyes.

I don't know what on this planet earth gave me such courage, but I think my curiosity did. Aside from that, it's hard to pull out of his gaze, like it's pulling me to it.

"No, I don't. So explain yourself for I have work to