Bertha Haines' body stiffened, her expression momentarily stunned.
It was only after Amos Smith said goodnight to her that she snapped back to her senses and frantically opened the door to get out of the car. But in her haste to escape, she forgot she was still wearing heeled shoes, and nearly had an intimate encounter with the ground as she stepped onto the stairs.
In the car, Amos watched in shock.
It was only after he saw the young girl safely enter the building that he instructed the driver to drive away.
It seemed the kiss had really frightened the young girl; normally she would wave to him after getting out of the car, but today she ran away without looking back.
In the elevator, Bertha looked at herself in the mirror on the wall, her little face was incredibly red, as though she'd applied heavy blush, even though she hadn't touched a drop of alcohol.
Leaning against the mirror wall, she placed her hand over her heart, breathing rapidly.
