It was the 56th Annual Alumni Conference.
As soon as Paula stepped into the grand ballroom, a familiar feeling settled in her chest.
She had been invited and due to her free time and inability to say no, she had decided to honor the event with her appearance.
She scanned the crowd, eyes skimming past faces she didn't care to remember, until she spotted Len.
The moment their eyes met, it felt like the air was sucked from the room.
She quickly looked away, hoping no one else had noticed the silent exchange.
Unfortunately, someone did.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the pair we've all been waiting for."
A voice, sharp and dripping with malice, cut through the air. Paula's heart sank as she recognized the vile reporter striding toward them, her smirk like a predator eyeing its prey.
Paula straightened her back, trying to hide the dread gnawing at her stomach.
