Chloe stood rooted to the spot, dazed, staring at the mask clenched in her hand. She had forgotten to put it on, her body trembling uncontrollably. Even his words had slipped from her mind. All that lingered was the memory of his strong arms wrapped around her.
"What's wrong with you? Why are you standing there like a statue?"
The voice jolted her back to reality. Chloe looked up and saw her colleague staring at her in confusion.
"Uh… it's nothing," she muttered and hurriedly put on the mask as she walked out of the changing room.
"Chloe," someone called from behind.
She stopped and turned to see her manager.
"Where are you going?" the manager demanded coldly. "Your duty is on the top floor."
Chloe's heart skipped. William's words echoed in her mind—'serve me.'
'Did he tell the manager to send me there?'
The thought made her stomach churn. She didn't want to go anywhere near him, much less serve him.
"I… Ma'am, can you assign someone else to the top floor? I don't—"
