Lissy Lock drank a cup of hot water, attempting to calm herself. She held the cup, easing her stiff fingers.
Soon, the doorbell rang.
Lissy went to the door, the person who rang the bell was holding a box of chocolates.
She was taken aback at the sight, "This is..."
"Miss Lock, these chocolates were sent by Director Winslow, he insists that you accept them."
Lissy stared at the box of chocolates for a while before extending her hand to take it, "Please pass my thanks to him."
"Certainly, Miss Lock. Is there anything else you want me to relay to Director Winslow?"
"The chocolates taste really good... I like them a lot."
"I understand, be assured that I'll pass the message."
Lissy shut the door, gripping the box of chocolates, her fingertips turning pale as she admired the exquisite packaging.
Could Oliver Winslow and Walter Smith be alike?
She didn't dare to trust anyone easily anymore, she was scared of being deceived.
