Dulce's coffee slipped from her fingers, leaving a dump of brown liquid and ice blocks on the variety beneath her. Her hand shook, and her eyes fixed on the news playing out on the television screen.

 The voice of the newscasters debating her life and identity in the name of “The mysterious lover of Millionaire Playboy, Aspen McKinney, was hiding for probably more than five years" faded out as anger and pain passed interchangeably in her head. 

 “Fiona.” She called, angrily shoving her files into a folder and pushing it into her drawers.

 A loud bang followed as her table rattled, successfully shutting the drawer. “I need to leave early...