Dinner

"Thanks, but no thanks." Hazel kept her chin up, masking her desperation with a polite smile.

Seeing her adamant refusal, Gideon’s expression cooled. He turned and left with his assistant, his long strides echoing down the quiet hallway.

Hazel let out a heavy breath and hurried straight to the surveillance room. Her faint hope shattered the moment the security guard pulled up the morning logs.