She wiped the tears, cleaned off her face, and walked into the bathroom to re-apply some make-up to help disguise her tiredness. Yet, it didn't help much. As she walked out of the bathroom, disheartened, she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure standing on the stairs by the fire door.
She knitted her brows. It was Jameson Anderson, leaning against the door, a cigarette in one hand and the other hand in his trouser pocket. He was looking out of the window absent-mindedly.
A young and slim girl wearing sunglasses was standing next to him. She seemed to be speaking to him, but Jameson didn't seem interested. Suddenly, Brianna recognized the girl. Isn't she Sophia Moore?! Daughter of the American Mafia boss and younger sister of Jake Moore, who is said to be the best looking man of the year.
As soon as Brianna recognized them, she looked away, hoping to sneak away. I'd better stay away from these two! She thought.
