"Miss Zeva, how do we trust you?" Justin said, gulping down the emotion that was holding his throat.
Zeva turned to Mr Justin as well, her expressions softening and slightly nodded her head. She knew very well, that they would ask her this question, because after all, why would any sane man in all of his senses believe in the existence of ghost and such out worldly things?! What was the need for it?! They, just like her, needed to see or hear something to believe in it. Zeva knew that, and she was prepared for it.
Justin too looked at Zeva with a little expectancy in his heart. Though, a part of his heart was also very scared that it would just be a very bad lie. But to think that his former Boss was still around, and he could perhaps deliver him a last goodbye. It filled his heart with expectancy.
