. . .
Zeirenne went home just before evening came. Now that she was practically jobless, it gave her more time to do things she'd been planning to. She packed her bags for a three day trip. Once she was finished, she left a mark on her doorstep that'll tell her if someone stepped inside her room during her absence.
When she finished everything and finally locked the door, she almost screamed in shock. To her surprise, and amusement, Jin was leaning his weight in front of her doorstep. He was still wearing a business outfit as if he ran straight to Ponticelli Penthouse after his plane landed.
Aside from his clothes that were creased and scruffy, Zeirenne couldn't help but notice his droppy eyes. He looked like he hasn't slept for days.
"What in the world?!" she exclaimed, "How long have you been there?"
Jin took a step closer. He surveyed Zeirenne from head to toe. She was wearing comfortable clothes and with the bag she was carrying, it was enough to tell him she was leaving.
