Originally, I had planned to walk away.

But after hearing what John said, I decided to stay right where I was.

Fine, I’ll face him head-on and see what tricks he still has up his sleeve.

“Go ahead, what exactly do you want?”

“The same two questions,” John replied calmly, unfazed. “I only ask that Miss Linda answers truthfully.”

His composed demeanor reminded me a little of Jim—leaning back on the couch, eyes half-closed, like he had everything under control. I couldn’t quite explain it, but from the moment I met John, I never had a good impression of him. And today was no exception.

Ding-dong.

It was a message....