Her assistant exhaled a silent sigh of relief.

Returning to her work, Alexis organized her documents before making her way to meet Leonel, knowing all too well that avoiding him was not an option.

She found Leonel waiting in the reception room, impeccably dressed, the gleam from his wedding ring impossible to ignore.

A plain kraft bag rested on the table-its contents a mystery.

Pausing at the doorway, Alexis spoke with an air of casual detachment, “Mr. Douglas, looking well. Is this a social call, or should I expect a wedding invite?"