On Friday evening, it was raining heavily. Jason, pulling out of the gate, spotted Veronica sitting alone on a wooden bench just outside the company gates. The raindrops were relentless in their claps against the pavement, and he was alone once again in his vehicle as Clint had requested an additional day off.
Honestly, Clinton was thinking about resigning due to his wife's fleeting health and he was preparing to move out of the country and spend time with his wife while he could. The woman in question had been a drug addict during her childhood, and smoking alone had damaged her lungs beyond recovery.
His gaze narrowed at Veronica through the tinted glass, she was without an umbrella, sitting there, soaked and hugging herself in an attempt to warm up.
