Lincoln was sitting alone at the cafe not far away from their company. Yesterday, he received a text message from an unknown number saying if he wanted to have a few more information about Samantha then he should show up at the given address.
And of course, as foolish as he was, he ditched his meeting schedule and choose to wait for the unknown person inside the cafe.
It was already eight-thirty in the morning. He has been waiting for that person for half an hour now. Honestly, he was running low on patience.
Heaving a loud breath of disbelief, he hurriedly got up from his seat. He has already decided to leave that place and attend to other matters. Finally, when he was just about to head towards the door, a lady in a red dress walked in. Her face looked a lot more maturer than he last saw her. Her long hair was braided on her right shoulder. The aura she was giving was nothing but class and elegance.