A New Chapter

He strode down the stairs, thoughts of who it could be that had come to see him, causing him to wonder.

Was it Emily?

No, he doubted, hastening his walking pace.

Some of the staff who worked upstairs greeted, and Alexander—not in the mood for greetings, waved a hand at them. His mind and thoughts rested on who had come to see him.

Was it Emily? He asked again, attaining the door that would lead him to the lower part of the building.

When he asked her to take her time, he imagined she would spend the whole of the new month getting ready and prepared to come together with him again after the first time they had seen each other at the exhibition.

The same meeting that caused him to have sex with her in the room, nearest to the bathroom. Why did he think of this, at this time of all times?

He reached downstairs and stopped breathing for a moment, at the sight of the woman.

He was right.

“Emily Hartley,” he heard himself say. She turned around to look at him, with a costly smile on