Four 'Hopeless' Hours

The car came to a halt a few distance away from Knights Conglomerate. Lauren, wearing one of her old dresses which she had managed to sneak into her bag of clothes, sat at the back seat, wearing a scarf around her face and a pair of dark sunglasses for a perfect disguise. She didn’t want to annoy Malcolm by walking through the front door and announcing that she was his wife. Nobody would believe her anyway. According to the world, Malcolm don’t do wives—after his ex-wife had left him in the cruellest of ways. Looking at the tall building a few metres away and tried to gain courage by taking deep breaths. She would have called Malcolm if this wasn’t a surprise. Alighting from the car, she walked to the company entrance, with her package carefully held in one arm. Greeting the security by the door, she walked inside, unsure of where her husband’s office was. It was her first time here after all. After walking around the ground floor with no sign of Malcol