Chapter 29 Facing The Music

• Roselyn almost ran towards the parking lot at the back of the building. Her white Veyron was parked right in front of the entrance, and she was still wiping her tears as she made her way through the corridor. I followed her discreetly and finally called out her name. She was about to hop in the car, but she turned her head, frowning slightly.
• "Roselyn... Are you okay?" I asked, tentatively approaching her. "I don't mean to be messy or anything like that, but I heard you arguing with Brent."
• Roselyn stood still; the air hung heavy with the scent of perfume and regret. It was a sight I'd witnessed before, the usual post-argument tableau. This time, though, it was different, and perhaps it was my turn to comfort her.