Chapter 028: Felix Thompson?

Dante woke up the following morning and dressed to prepare for work.

He straightened his tie and grabbed his suitcase, hurrying down the stairs the moment he was set.

Downstairs, when he walked past the dining area with the door that opened into the kitchen right behind it, he bowed his head as the space suddenly evoked memories of Lyra.

He could not help but remember the vivid routines of the recent past—how Lyra would always pack and set his lunch bag aside before his office time. How she would greet and differ from him, her little innocent smile, and her naive gestures.

Dante exhaled. He did not need anyone to tell him that he had begun to miss Lyra, but then again, one had to consider why she had to leave.

Her lies—there was no way one could trust someone like that.

"Never." He thought aloud, shaking his head repeatedly, as he finally made his way to leave.

Dante arrived at his office less than an hour later. As soon as he erupted from the private elevator that opened directly i