Inez leaned against a pillar, and facing her was an empty bench.
This was the essential passage to the entrance of the train station.
She looked up at the huge clock on the wall. To maintain the delicate machinery, the train station had to pay high fees to skilled workers.
3:35.
Ten minutes left before boarding.
She stopped waiting and followed the flow of people to the platform.
At this moment, she was still pondering the recent events. Inez wasn't really angry about the slanders against Hewitt; she wanted to find out who was behind the rumors and their purpose.
She didn't appear as angry as she seemed to be, but there was no time. Inez had to resort to this method to quickly achieve her goal.
If only Hewitt were here, she could tell him about it.
But there was no chance now.
Of course, she did not fall in love with Hewitt, as Ivette claimed. Love was a feeling that required devotion. She wouldn't fall in love so casually.
