She sat at the far end of the room, gaze glued to her smartphone and foot shaking nervously, a black backpack at her feet. Oliver smirked. She was a newbie. He could almost taste her anxiety from here. Her blood pumped quickly making her cheeks flush and her breath come out in short, quick spurts. He made his way to her side of the waiting area. As he walked by, she lifted her gaze, their eyes locking for a brief instant before she hurried to look away.New and shy. She definitely didn’t look like a criminal and she also appeared to not want to be here. So, the question begged to be asked, what was she doing here?
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