Phoebe pulled out a jewelry box and a check from her bag and handed them to Theodore.

"Mr. Reynolds, thanks for your help last night, but I don't like owing people," Phoebe said, all serious.

Theodore glanced at Phoebe's wrist. The bruises from being tied up were gone, but they left a mark on his heart.

He gently took her wrist. Phoebe flinched and tried to pull away, but he led her towards the office. "Let's talk inside."

Inside, everything was just like she remembered. Even her old desk was still there.

Phoebe pulled her hand back and walked to the desk. It was spotless, with a computer, some files, and her usual coffee mug.@@novelbin@@

This place, like her old apartment, was stuck in time from the day she left.

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