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46. Worries

Author: Meminger
last update Last Updated: 2025-02-26 18:01:14

Elliot POV

I was still reeling from Reese’s words when I saw her hurry away. My chest tightened, and before I could think, my feet moved on their own.

I bolted down the stairs, my shoes echoing through the hallway. The urgency made my chest heave harder, but I didn’t care. As soon as I reached the ground floor, I dashed straight for the reception, ignoring the few people milling about in the lobby. The receptionist, a woman with glasses and her hair pulled into an impeccable bun, looked up as I stopped at the counter.

I turned to her. "Did you see Reese pass through here?" I asked, already poised to chase after her.

The woman raised an eyebrow, adjusting her glasses. "Reese?"

"Venus," I corrected quickly, mentally kicking myself for the slip. I never called her that. "Lady Venus from Lunaris Events."

"Oh, yes, she just left," she replied, glancing back at her computer screen. "Will you continue with the meeting now, or would you like to reschedule it, Mr. Goodwin?"

"No, I—" I didn’t f
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