It seemed Rachel had to figure out the meaning behind her dreams and the headaches that always came with them.
Determined, she picked up her phone and scheduled an appointment with Dr. Wallace.
Just as she hung up, Finn knocked on the door and stepped into Jeffrey's office.
"Master Jeffrey, Miss Diaz just contacted a psychologist with the surname Wallace. She set an appointment for the day after tomorrow."
Jeffrey lowered his gaze, his long fingers gripping the pen tightly while he smoothly signed his name on the documents.
"Alright, I understand," he replied calmly.
Finn nodded and turned to leave. But just as he was about to close the door, he faintly heard a soft crack, like something had snapped.
The door to the president's office shut, and Jeffrey was still sitting at the desk, pen in hand, but his movements had stopped.
The pen between his fingers had broken in two. His handsome face was filled with gloom.
