Sydney's hands trembled as she shoved her phone into her bag, her movements frantic and rushed. She barely spared a glance at her surroundings as she darted toward the exit of the company.
Jordan had been watching her the whole time, his curiosity piqued by the dramatic shift in her expression.
Moments ago, she'd been calm—bewildered, perhaps—but the phone call seemed to turn her mood sour in an instant.
He had been contemplating giving her a small payment earlier, but now, watching her, unease settled in his chest. Whatever she had just learned, it couldn't have been good.
His steps were hesitant at first, but concern urged him forward. When he finally caught up to her, Sydney's face was wet with tears that rolled down unchecked.
"Are you okay?" Jordan asked, his voice laced with worry.
