The corridor was empty again.
John Fame glanced at the cherries in his hand, a hint of sweetness spreading in his throat.
She always liked to eat these things, just like a little greedy cat.
Slowly he walked up to Lissy Lock's room, paused briefly at the door, and was about to knock.
Just as his hand touched the door, he heard Lissy's voice coming from inside.
She was on the phone with someone.
John Fame's hand retreated, as his brows furrowed slightly.
Lissy Lock was standing barefoot in the room, phone in hand, pacing back and forth, biting her lower lip softly.
Would she answer Walter Smith`s call, or not?
Walter Smith was truly a good man, always putting her first, striving to make her happy.
But she couldn't be with him.
She would hold Walter back, not only in his life, but also damaging his career.
Because John Fame had made it very clear, if she were to be together with Walter Smith, John would not let Walter off easily.
John Fame was a man of his word.
