Chapter 234: THE MISSING ASSISTANT
The door closed, leaving behind silence, the air thick with lingering fear and sorrow. Hannah exhaled shakily, stepping closer.
"Jean... are you okay?" Jean nodded, though her hands still trembled slightly.
The office felt heavy with the echo of Morris’s words. Jean stood still for a moment, palms pressed lightly on her desk, her breathing shaky but controlled. Hannah lingered by her side, eyes full of worry.
"Jean... maybe we should call Logan," Hannah suggested softly, her hand hovering near Jean’s arm. "You need him right now."
Jean shook her head, the blonde strands brushing against her cheeks.
"No," she whispered, gathering the papers scattered on her desk, her movements deliberate. "If I call him, he’ll rush over and leave everything. I don’t want that."
She paused, eyes lingering on the door Morris had stormed out of, her mind replaying his haunted face.
"I’ll go to him," She decided, her voice steadier now. "It’s better if I talk to him in person."
Hannah hesitated, then offered a quiet smile. "Then let’s get ready. I’m coming with you."
Jean glanced at her... grateful, but still proud. "You don’t have to... It’s my problem Hannah."
"But I want to," Hannah cut in gently. "Besides... you shouldn’t face anything alone anymore and I care about Emma too."
A faint warmth flickered in Jean’s chest. Without another word, she gathered the documents she might need, checked her reflection in the glass... smoothing her dress, fixing the slight smudge in her lipstick. Her brown eyes met her own reflection, and for a second, she saw the trembling girl she used to be. She exhaled deeply, letting that fear slip away.