Love's Perfect Match

While Hank was taking that woman on a tour around his firm, Yelena had left in silence. When Hank turned back, he saw Summer standing at the reception alone, staring at him.

Noticing Hank looking at her, Summer looked at him as well. For the first time ever, there was no admiration in her eyes. There was disappointment and disdain.

Is that disdain I notice? Hank thought he was seeing things. When he tried to take a closer look, Summer had looked away and was staring at the entrance.

"Hank? What are you staring at, Hank?" The girl waved her hand in front of Hank's face, snapping him out of his stupor.

"Nothing. Let's go upstairs."

Cecelia waved her hand. "No. Someone's waiting for me. That concludes our appointment today. See you tomorrow, Mr. Damazio."

Hank looked away and nodded gently. "Sure. Go now. Drive safe."

"I know, I know. Bye now." Cecelia picked up her bag and walked off. When she reached the entrance, she asked Summer, "Who was that with you just now? She was staring at me."

Summer thought of Yelena as her friend. The fact that Cecelia was trying to act innocent got on her nerves. She snapped, "That's confidential. I cannot answer that, miss."

Surprised by Summer's snappish attitude, Cecelia smiled awkwardly at Hank. "Your employee can be quite the character."

fell. "She

care about his

Cecelia shrugged and left.

Hank asked, "Why did you snap at

talking about, Mr. Damazio." Summer sorted

welling up in him. "Why did you snap at my client?

lose her job over this. This

at her in disbelief. Summer had always been a smart, quiet girl. This wasn't the kind of attitude he expected from her. However, he realized Yelena had been chatting with her lately. It

what I

calling me heartless, there's

hasn't been days since I knew her, but she's a timid girl. She gets flustered and will apologize profusely just because she bumps into someone, yet she won't give up on you. She follows you around all day, but you won't

at her

girl around just to spite her. Words aren't enough to express how I feel." Summer was fuming as if she was

call me

you and your client, then fire me. I won't complain, but please don't

"Very well." Hank nodded.

it. I'm unemployed now. "I'll pack my stuff up and go." She turned

don't have to. The firm needs someone with a sense of