CHAPTER 36

SOREN OPENED THE door of the manager’s office and true enough, he saw Kayla sitting behind the manager’s desk, wearing a pink polo shirt and a cream-colored slacks, tinkering with her cell phone. He was already in this room a few minutes ago reading some reports, but got out to get a cup of coffee. While at the counter, bantering with some of the workers, the manager approached him and told him that someone had arrived at the shop and went straight to the office.

It was Kayla.

“Hey, I was looking for you,” she greeted him with a smile while remaining seated. She immediately went looking back at her phone. “I didn’t know you had a coffee shop.”

He sat in the chair in front of the desk. “What brings you here?” he asked.

He had presumed that the only time she would visit him was at his funeral, imagining her with a smirk on her face while she gawked at him through his coffin’s glass window, gloating. But here she was, taking a look at him while he was still alive and not inside some box