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"Answers?" Rafael stared at me, a visible look of confusion was clearly seen on his face.
'Surprising isn't it?" I said, responding to his question with a question too.
"It is, but, why would you need answers from Marcus Zephanie's secretary?"
With our hands no longer intertwined, I fancied myself to walk over to one of Stella's paintings hanging on the wall, hardly seeing the design, my thoughts swarmed by something else.
"I met her earlier," I admitted.
"You did? Where?"
"In the bathroom,"
"How did you know that it was her?"
I turned to face Rafael once again.
"Hunch," I stated.
"Wow," there was a pause as he ran a hand through his hair once again.
I know what he must be feeling right now. It was too overwhelming. I was right to assume that when the time comes, he might still not be ready to hear the secrets I desperately wish to keep.
"When I was describing her, you merely guessed?" I nod.
