Chapter 87

Jessica nods with a small

“Yes, Sir,” as she presses the phone to her ear. I pause for a heartbeat, reconsidering.

“Tell her I will be there in a few minutes,” I say.

“Of course,” she replies, excusing herself.

I really don't want to go. But maybe I need the distraction, something to keep the memories from crawling back in.

I will visit her grave later in the evening.

Sighing, I stand, reaching for my suit jacket and phone before heading toward the door.

That's when I see Virus sitting outside. I thought he left since I didn't see him at the penthouse.

I thought he finally got tired of trying and left.

But I guess I was wrong.

He straightens the moment he notices me. I do not acknowledge him. I keep walking, and he falls into step behind me, and Jessica joins at my side.

“Sir,” she says carefully, “I wanted to inform you that tomorrow is the final day for selection of the new marketing manager position. If it’s convenient for you, perhaps we could stop by HR on our way down?”

I say no