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Sensing Trouble

My brows furrow.

" I hope you don't mind if I walk you to your office , Selena."

"Erm..Sure." A hesitant response.

I spot a few people staring when we enter the department .

Great..

Quickening my steps , we soon arrive at my door.

" I appreciate your help, Mr Adams , don't let me waste much of your time ." I watch him place my files and cup on the office desk.

" Alright , have a nice day Miss Dwain."

There's something weird about him.

" Wait..I didn't tell you my last name"I recall.

" You didn't." That's all he says , with a light chuckle before shutting the door once out.

How —

" Did my eyes see right? , was that Adams?"Antonio pushes the door open.

I relax in my swivel chair , " It was."

He studies me , "Are you alright?"

" No , I am exhausted ( I laugh,) but it has nothing to do with the man , Antonio , I just chanced upon him on my way up."

My laughter dies down when he still watches me ," Fine fine , I'll be cautious of him."

" I'll take your word for it."Antonio nods.

" Morning."
I hear Kennedy's voice and my head sharply moves to that direction.

He's leaning an arm against the door frame , golden brown hair tied , black suit , silver rolex , his gaze flickering over me.

Never does he disappoint.

" I was just leaving ." Antonio steps out , giving Kennedy a handshake first.

" How was the two-weeks vacation?"I mutter , immediately the door closes.

He grins , " Careful Dwain , I might mistake your curiosity for fondness."

I perform the ritual of scowling at him.

" Ah , the signature scowl , I strangely missed that."

" Ken. "I suppress a smirk , standing .

When did we get this playful?

He chuckles , arms folding. We're both standing though empty seats surround us.

" Can I ask a question?"

" If it's about my absence. No."

" I know what you do with your life is none of my business but you not being here was quite a blow , especially during such a —"

" My home was broken into."

" Oh my God....( I pause , studying him) were you attacked?..are you alright?"

" I am now. "

I inwardly scold myself for even thinking he was out there somewhere on a break.

I watch him silently.

" You aren't letting this go so easily , are you? "

" No , you're not telling me enough."I daringly mutter.

It's not like he owes me an explanation.

His voice comes out raspy , " I hurt an arm—went under treatment."

I glance at his muscular pair of arms , " How many were they?"

" Five."

My eyes widen , " How did you—"