45|| Executive Lounge

~Ophelia's POV~

My phone beeped and I swiveled my head to look at the screen.

Demetrius: Gotten home already?

I picked up the phone and typed. "Yup."

It showed some three dots with a typing signal.

It soon beeped again.

Demetrius: Mom was worried because of the sudden rain.

I rolled my eyes at what he said.

"I'm fine, okay." I typed back.

Demetrius: Don't forget that we will be going to the party.

Gosh, why does he keep texting back?

"I know." I typed back.

Demetrius: okay.

I sighed and dropped the phone before climbing on the bed to sleep.

Two days Later***

I walked into the tall building and muttered some words to the receptionist before walking into the elevator. I was in no mood for any conversation at all. I even contemplated telling Demetrius about the man I saw yesterday but decided against it. He has gotten too involved in the already and I don't want to be the one responsible for his death. The elevator made some landing noise and I stepped out. Entering into the office, Dem