Without needing an explanation, Callie knew what it was about. She pressed her temples and said, “Let him in.”
Mollie slowly got up, walked past Jamir who had been waiting at the door, and told Joaquin, “Go in.”
Joaquin walked in silently but was stopped by Mollie again, “Be respectful.”
Joaquin paused for a moment but continued forward.
She was his superior, and a timely reminder wouldn’t hurt.
The man sitting in the corner looked dejected, showing rare signs of fatigue. Yusuf, who had been standing by, couldn’t help but speak up, “Miss Ross, our boss has been waiting here for three or four days. This is unreasonable.”
Mollie raised an eyebrow and replied, “Indeed it’s unreasonable. Then let him leave.”
This was Mollie’s first face-to-face encounter with Jamir. His sharp features and hidden intensity seemed familiar, indicating he was not a simple character.
Yusuf wanted to say more but was stopped by Jamir’s gaze.
“Mollie,” he pronounced her name slowly, “Have we met before?”
She was taken aback and looked at Jamir’s face seriously.
Their eyes met.
Mollie remembered everything.
Back when she deliberately angered Bridger, she had met this young man. It was a long time ago, before Callie went to college and before she knew Jamir.
She had just returned from abroad, arriving at the airport at three in the morning.
The airport was still bustling even at that hour.
Weaving through the crowd, she turned on her phone, and messages started popping up from her friends: Don’t rush off after landing. I’ve arranged for someone to pick you up. Call this number.
Mollie typed back with one hand: Finally being treated like a human.
At that time, she was upset with Bridger and had been away for a few months.
Not wanting to fuss around late at night, she accepted the offer and headed straight to the parking lot while dialing the number, which was local.
The airport was noisy, with cars starting up occasionally. Mollie had to strain to hear the man’s voice on the other end: “I’m around the corner ahead of you. Turn around and you’ll see me.”
It was a man’s voice, a rather pleasant one.
Wanting to make a good impression in front of strangers-especially friends of friends-Mollie straightened up to look less tired.
The dim lighting in the parking lot made it hard to see clearly. The man wore a black jacket with the hood up, head down playing with his phone, revealing a sharp profile.
Mollie raised an intrigued eyebrow.
He was quite good-looking.
“Who are you?”
Jamir raised an eyebrow and glanced at Mollie, who was shorter than him, with a puzzled expression.
Mollie found it interesting. Seeing her staring at him, Jamir broke the silence first, “Do we know each other?”
Jamir suddenly realized something.
He turned off his phone without much suspicion.
The streets were not crowded in the early morning, and the car sped like an arrow.
Sitting in the back seat, Mollie could see the man’s distinct features through the rearview mirror. His expression was somewhat indifferent as if he didn’t care about anything.
“They’re having a gathering at home and drank too much. I was called to pick you up.”
Mollie nodded in understanding and then asked, “Do you have a girlfriend?”
Jamir smirked, “Wants to date me?”
He neither confirmed nor denied it.
“What if I say yes?”
Jamir just smiled.