Chapter 121

Raya

The bar was how I remembered it.

Loud, dingy, and nice.

Spanish music was playing on the speakers when I walked in.

It was strange.

Did that mean there was someone else who had seen them?

Paparazzi?

A random person?

I wasn't sure who it was, but it definitely wasn't me.

I hadn't taken a picture, or had I?

I just hoped Mr. Sterling wasn't suspecting me, but who would he suspect if not me?

"Ugh!" I groaned sitting at the counter, and I ordered a glass of whiskey for myself. Similar to the one that was in the glass beside me, but no one was there.

Maybe the person already left.

Or so I thought before the appearance of Mr. Sterling graced my presence.

I nearly choked on my drink.

"M-mr. Sterling..."

"Did you come to... I don't know, rub it in my face too?"

He seemed defeated.

"What? No. I didn't do it though. I would never..."

"I know."

"What?"

I stopped in the sermon I was about to deliver to him.

"You're not the type of person that would do that. I guess we were not just careful en