Secretary Lindsay stood in place, watching the Bentley gradually fade into the distance, lifting her hand to vigorously rub her temples.
She felt as if... this entire night were a dream.
Is Trenton Smith really that kind of person?
He even... with Norris Moore in the restroom…
Her face inexplicably flushed red. Secretary Lindsay slapped her cheeks, shook her head, and fervently banished the shocking thoughts from her mind.
*
At one o'clock in the morning, Secretary Lindsay received another call from Trenton Smith.
She had just fallen asleep. Seeing Trenton Smith's call displayed on her mobile screen, she was slightly dazed.
She answered the phone instinctively and heard a slightly exhausted voice asking, "Do you have any fever medicine at home?"
"Yes."
"Could you bring the medicine here, please?" Trenton Smith gave an address.
Secretary Lindsay hesitated for a moment: "...Is it Miss Moore who has a fever?"
The reply was a pause, then a "Yes."
