Midnight Angel [Jenlisa FF]

~'~'~ Chapter 3 ~'~'~

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Once back in her office, Bella picked up her telephone and dialled the familiar number. "Joo Won, hi. It's Bella."

"Hello, Bella. I presume Lisa has been by. How did it go?" the man on the other end of the line questioned.

"Good, though you forgot to tell her, she was not to handle the artifacts," Bella appropriately chastised her.

"Oh" Though she couldn't see it, Bella knew he'd removed her glasses and was now wiping at the lenses. "I'm so sorry. It slipped my mind. Everything has been so hectic lately.

"Don't worry, Joo Won. She didn't harm anything." She took a seat on her desk chair.

"Was your meeting productive?" Joo Won hoped it was. They needed to get this article done quickly, he thought as he mentally made a checklist of things to accomplish in the next few days.

"Yes. We talked quite a bit. She seemed a bit distracted, though," Bella explained to him.

Joo Won frowned to himself. "Really? Did she say why?"

"No. It just seemed as if she had something important on her mind, but I wouldn't worry about it." She held back a chuckle at his concern. Joo Won worried too much about everything.

"Okay. I'm glad the meeting went well." Joo Won didn't know why, but Bella's words about Lisa bothered him. Perhaps he'd pay a visit to his new employee tonight to see how things were going.

"Listen, I've got to run. Are we still on for lunch tomorrow?" she asked while gathering the materials she'd need for her next meeting.

"Of course. I'll meet you at one." As he spoke, Joo Won double checked his planner to make sure he'd written in his lunch with Bella.

"Good, see you then!"

"Goodbye, Bella."

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After spending nearly four hours at the university's museum, Lisa felt as if she were now an expert on the Chumash Indians. Bella Roger was a sweet woman, but she was quite passionate about her work. She tutored her not only on each individual artifact, but also the tribe itself and the decimation it faced at the hands of the white settlers. The history lesson had been interesting and informative; Lisa just wished she hadn't been so long-winded. At least he now had a better idea of what to photograph for the article.

Lisa had planned to explore the town a bit after her work obligations were met, but now Lisa simply wanted to return to her home. Perhaps a night of laziness and TV watching would ease her frazzled mind. Or maybe a book since television wasn't something he typically enjoyed. Either way, she planned to relax. The move, the restoration of her house, and her new job had kept her on the go constantly lately, and she was just plain old spent. So, yes, a night of kicking back was definitely in order.

First, though, Lisa needed to stop at the market and pick up some food. Her refrigerator was seriously devoid of things to eat. Already making a list in her head of things she needed to pick up, Lisa pulled her sleek, black BMW into the parking lot of the local food store and parked.

As she wandered slowly through the aisles of the store, she had the eerie feeling that she was being stared at. Every so often she would glance up and catch people quickly turning their eyes away from her. Wondering if maybe she had toilet paper stuck to her shoe or something, Lisa checked out her body and found nothing. She couldn't figure out why people were so keen to stare at her. And if she were honest, it wasn't the first time it had happened either. She'd been stared at when she'd went to the hardware store to buy a hammer, at the bank when she'd opened up a checking account, and pretty much everywhere else she went.