"How do you know… her?" I asked, my fingers unconsciously fidgeting. A long silence followed, stretching out like an unwelcome guest, as if my question had revealed something she hadn't anticipated. Finally, she turned to me, her eyes searching, and countered with a question of her own, "Do you know Ms. Sapphirus?"
How could I not know her? She was the sun to my moon, the air I breathed, my will to live, my everything. But the words caught in my throat, a tangled mess of unspoken truths. I chuckled, a nervous sound that did little to ease the knot in my stomach, and raised my head, forcing a casual tone, "Who doesn't? She's the future CEO of Leo Corporation."
