Lila
She'd barely slept. Even gotten up early to take extra time over her hair and make up because she knew she was a wreck. She didn't feel tired, though. On the contrary, energy fizzed in her veins. She kept seeing images of Dane last night, telling her he admired her. Begging her not to quit.
He was drunk! She kept reminding herself of that. He was drunk, so nothing that came out of his mouth could be trusted. She should forget it. All of it. It meant nothing. She'd known it was a bad idea to stay, and that had been proven.
But for a while there he was so open. A little voice in her head kept insisting. Just like when he did that press conference.
Lila pressed her lips together and rushed out of the building towards the office. Not because she wanted to see him sooner. But because she didn't know what else to do.
