That same night, as Regina paced around her bedroom, she heard the intercom ring from the lobby. ‘It must be them. Shit! Should I ignore them? They’re probably here to scold me.’ “Ms. Regina,” Jeffrey, the doorman, phoned to tell her she had a guest. “Yes, Jeffrey?” “There’s a Mr. Owen Bennet here to see you.” ‘Of course, it’s not Raffy. They wouldn’t have announced their arrival. They’d just come up.’ “Ms. Regina? Should I send him away?” He asked when she failed to acknowledge him. “Send him up.” “Are you sure? It’s kind of late, and you’ve never invited anyone upstairs before.” He whispered into the phone. “Thank you for your concern, Jeffrey. I’m too tired today, and I have to talk to this guy privately.” “But Ms. Regina—” “It’s okay, Jeffrey. He hates me like the plague, so I doubt he’ll do anything,” she argued. Jeffrey looked at Owen with scrutiny. He doubted the gentleman hated Ms. Regina, as he carried the most beautiful flowers Jeffrey had ever seen. It looked
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