As Rianne reached the end of the corridor, she finally paused, leaning weakly against the cold wall, trying to regain some semblance of clarity.

Covering her face with her hands, she couldn’t fathom why she always lost control of her emotions in Marcus's presence, fearing that he might see through her true feelings.

"Ms. Kroes? You seem a bit unhappy," Mr. Kenny noticed Rianne daydreaming in the corner and approached her.

Rianne stiffly forced a smile and chuckled awkwardly, "Do I?"

Mr. Kenny stared at the empty bottles before her, momentarily dumbfounded.

How could Ms. Kroes have drunk so much on her own in just a short while?

"Ms. Kroes,...