"Vera Warner" appeared perfectly calm, but she had no idea that Victor Morgan already had his answer.
Victor Morgan remained composed, walking over with a smile and gently taking her by the arm. "What are you talking about?" he said tenderly. "How could I possibly not believe you? Of course I do. It's just that Mr. Ellison is extremely worried, so he asked me to inquire on his behalf."
Her suspicions finally eased at his words, and she looped her arm through his with a wide smile.
"Victor, I really didn't see her. She followed me to the parking lot, gave me the pastries, and then left. We haven't been in contact since."
"By the way, what kind of pastries were they? They must have been delicious for you to finish them all at once."
She was at a loss for words. 'If I had known he was going to ask about this, I would have at least opened the box to take a look.'
