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    He looked mildly annoyed. “Can we talk somewhere private?”


    The two receptionists were already stealing curious nces. William clearly felt out of ce.


    Sharon got the hint. “Come upstairs. My office is quieter.”


    Once inside, William sat down across from her, his expression serious. “I need your help. I want you to arrange a meeting with Ste.”


    Sharon frowned. “Don’t you have her number?”


    William looked slightly defeated. “She moved out of the dorm without telling me. If I asked to see her now, I doubt she’d even agree.”


    Sharon caught the strange tension in his voice—and the weight behind it. “You want me to get her to show up. Why? What are you trying to do?”


    Seeing the suspicion on her face, William quickly said, “I just want to ask why she’s avoiding me. That’s it.”


    Sharon blinked, stunned. “That’s it?”


    Just to ask that one thing, William had tracked her down at her spa? That wasn’t nothing. That was huge.


    She leaned back, propped her chin in her hand, and studied him. “William… do you have feelings for Stel?”


    Because honestly, if this wasn’t love, Sharon didn’t know what it was. What kind of man went to this length just to ask a woman why she’d pulled away? What kind of man cared this much about a female colleague’s silence? If this wasn’t love… then Sharon really didn’t know what love was.


    William’s gaze stayed fixed on Sharon, serious and unwavering. “I’m hoping you’ll do me this favor, Ms. Mitchell. Think of it as an IOU.” He didn’t answer her question directly—no confirmation, no denial.


    But Sharon knew William well enough—if he didn’t deny it, that was his answer. A sly smile tugged at her lips. “Rx, I’ve got you. But you’d better promise not to bully Stel!”


    If he did, he wouldn’t be spared, despite his status.


    A flicker of gratitude crossed William’s usuallyposed face. “I won’t hurt her.”


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    Satisfied, Sharon picked up her phone and dialed.


    “Stel! How about we go sing tomorrow?” she asked cheerfully.


    Ste had just arrived home and was a bit puzzled. “Sharon, are you unusually free these days?”


    Sharon nearly burst outughing. “I’ve just been bored out of my mind. If you’re not in the mood to sing, we can hit up a lounge bar after work—just unwind a little. Alright, it’s settled! I’ll pick you up tomorrow!” Before Ste could get a word in, Sharon hung up.


    She turned back to William, shing him an OK gesture. “Done. I’ll send you the location tomorrow.”


    William blinked, clearly surprised. He hadn’t expected Sharon to arrange a meeting so… casually.


    His upbringing had always taught him that asking someone out required their consent and willingness.


    But Sharon had just called Ste, made the ns herself, and that was it. Like it was nothing.


    Was that what Ste was like with people she was close to?


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