Kendrick stepped through the grand entrance of the hotel, but as soon as the door closed behind him, he picked up his pace, his phone still clenched tightly in his hand. The fresh outside air greeted him, yet his mind was far from enjoying the moment. He needed to get out of sight—quickly.
Just as he passed the side of the building, he nearly collided with Sophia, who had just finished a phone call. She arched a brow, her arms crossed as she scrutinized him.
"Why are you outside?" she asked, her voice carrying its usual calm authority.
Kendrick stiffened. He had no excuse prepared—a rare misstep for him.
Think fast.
"I-I just need to go out and buy some medicine for my stomachache," he blurted, clutching his abdomen dramatically. His face twisted in mock discomfort, as if the mere thought of his made-up ailment caused him unbearable pain.
Sophia's gaze lingered, her skepticism clear. Before she could ask further, Kendrick hastily added, "Nothing serious. I'll be quick."
