Chapter Twenty Six

The next day, Amaliah stepped inside an elevator going up to her office, hoping she would not meet any one of the office gossip. As the doors of the elevator slid shut, someone stopped it and stepped in. Amaliah glanced up from her phone and winced. It was Caesar. She moved back and he stepped in.

"Hello, Ms. Rivers." He nodded politely in her direction and pressed the elevator button.

"Mr Masterson." She gave him a tight smile.

As they went up, she continued to text Sheila while he admired how ethereal she looked. She was dressed in mom jeans and silk blouse with a pair of low heeled sandals. He cleared his throat.

"Er… how're you?" He asked, smiling at her.

"Very well, thank you. I'm sorry about your broken engagement."

"Oh… there's nothing to be sorry about. I mean, it's nothing serious. I mean, she wasn't serious…we weren't serious." He realised he was blabbing and promptly shut up. "I mean, a lot of people show sympathy but I'm relieved that the wedding won't be happening."

"You