"It's so late, a lady like you, how come you appear alone in this place?"
"I remember, there's no place nearby where you live."
He paused, his eyes slightly narrowed, alarm bells ringing in his heart.
Could it be...
She's already noticed something?
As they spoke, his fingertips silently slid down along the seam of his pants, reaching for the hidden pouch at his waist.
Under the dim moonlight, the alley was shadowy and indistinct.
Vaguely, the cold edge of a blade was visible protruding from his sleeve cuff.
Cora Lowell stood quietly, hands in pockets, calm and motionless.
She smiled lightly, her voice carrying a hint of sarcasm.
"Settling scores with Manager Zane. You wouldn't have forgotten that so quickly, right?"
"The matter in the office that day was quite infuriating."
Office?
Hector Zane's heart suddenly jolted.
His gaze turned vicious, cutting to the chase, he drew out a dagger and lunged forward fiercely.
Cora Lowell didn't even blink.
