6 - Felicity

"Thank goodness. Such a close call." I let out a sigh of relief after getting off the phone.

I managed to get in touch with the tailor in Switzerland. Thank goodness he was already awake. I've just sent him payment from the digital wallet set up on my office computer and told him to deliver the suits to the hotel as soon as he's finished with them.

In short, I've managed to prevent a disaster. Now, Shawn is all set for Switzerland.

And I can go home.

My lonely flat.

I glance at the door to his office as I gather my things. I can see the sliver of light beneath it so I know he's still inside. I should get home before he knows I'm here and —

I gasp as I see the leather-bound journal inside my purse.

What?

I pick it up and flip through the pages just to make sure it is what I think it is. It's my journal, alright. I must have accidentally shoved it inside my purse along with my other things while I was panicking over my mistake.

Oh, Felicity, you can be so stupid sometimes.

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