The sound of heels clacking against the marble floor echoed as Jessica walked into the fancy restaurant. She was elegantly dressed in a white top, black palazzo pants, and black heels, her makeup flawless. Eyes turned to her as she walked before she settled into a particular seat.

"Jessica," Jericho smiled when he saw her.

Jessica mirrored his smile, reaching out to hold his hand. "How have you been?" she asked.

"I'm good," Jericho replied, then pushed a paper toward Jessica.

Jessica picked up the paper, her brows furrowing as she read it.

"Stephen Sherman?" She looked at Jericho.

Jericho nodded. "That's as much as I could find. I feel...