The Encounter at the Airport


    I gasped and closed my eyes while bracing for the impact. But the next second, I felt my body


    embraced and almost drifting.


    I could hear gasps and apuse while I trembled. When I opened my eyes, I found myself in the arms


    of a


    tall man, wrapped in his firm, masculine presence.


    He wore a ck mask and was staring at me intensely. Something about his eyes seemed familiar. I


    held on to his arm as I stared back at him.


    He put me down and steadied me without saying a word. His eyes shifted to my hands on his arm, I


    quickly pulled it away and smiled awkwardly. “I’m sorry! Thank you!”


    Another person had picked up my luggage and brought it to me, saying, “You should be careful! That


    was


    a close call. Thankfully, this gentleman was quick!”


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    I nodded at the man. “Thank you so much!”


    “Where are you headed?” His voice sounded husky.


    I looked at him, puzzled. His voice sounded oddly familiar, too, I observed theposed man with his


    deep, mysterious eyes.


    He sensed my confusion and pulled down his mask to reveal a charmingly defined face. I chuckled in


    surprise when I recognized him. “Mr. Pierce!”


    I was relieved to discover why his eyes were familiar. After all, I had just met him. He was the one who


    represented Mr. Wright at this morning’s meeting at ATL Empire.


    He adjusted his mask. “It’ste. Let’s go together.”


    As was quick and decisive. Though I did not know his position at ATL Empire, he must be an


    exceptional employee.


    “Wouldn’t it be inconvenient for you?” I hesitated as I nced at the crowded airport exit. After all, i


    wasn’t very familiar with him.


    “Do you have another way to leave?” He retorted. “If not, let’s just go together.”


    He walked away without waiting for my response, leaving me shocked.


    I quickly grabbed my luggage and jogged to catch up. I thought it was best not to be stubborn. Riding


    with


    him to the city would make it easier for me to find a cab. If I waited until the crowd left the airport, it I


    followed him all the way to the car that was waiting for him. Finally, I exhaled a sigh of relief–I could go


    home!


    “Thank you, Mr. Pierce!” I said again, but he didn’t respond.


    During the drive, he made a phone call to report that his departure was dyed.


    We didn’t talk the entire trip, and the atmosphere was heavy. I had hoped that I’d be able to know him


    better, which would help with future projects.


    I was getting ahead of myself,


    Upon arriving in the city, I said, “Mr. Pierce, you can drop me off on the side of the road. I take a cab


    here.”


    “It’s alright. Just give the driver the address.” He left no room for debate, so I gave in and gave the


    driver my home address.


    The driver drove me all the way to the entrance to my neighborhood. I thanked them profusely and got


    out of the car. With a quick turn, I entered my house.


    It was after 1 a.m., so I was surprised to see the bedroom dimly lit. Just as I was about to call


    Matthew’s name, I heard something strangeing from the room–it sounded like moaning.


    I immediately knew what was going on. My ears buzzed, and my mind went nk. I moved like a


    puppet toward the bedroom door, which was slightly ajar. There were unbearable sounds, and I saw


    two


    gleaming bodies tangled together. !


    Seeing the two people’s faces in the bedroom’s dim light was harder to ept. I couldn’t believe that it


    was her