Lena's POV
I sat in the corner of a cafe, my fingers holding the table as I waited.
Mr. Langston had chosen this particular place, far from the corporate world we both live, and it only makes me feel very disturbed.
The door opened and I looked up as Mr. Langston entered, his walk was so steady and very confident.
He saw me immediately and made his way over to me, sitting at the seat opposite from me with a little smile.
"Lena, I trust you have been keeping busy?" he greeted me, his tone was very light but filled with authority.
"Yes, Thank you for coming." She said.
"You sounded very urgent on the phone. What is on your mind?" Langston rest back, his eyes was very sharp as they were on me.
"I want to end this," I said without any first explanation.
"End this? You will have to be more specific." Langston raised his eyebrow, his smile was still there as he spoke.
