After paying the bill and leaving the shop, Rosalind stood dumbfounded on the deserted main road.
There wasn't a single car around this area, not a village or a shop in sight.
This Owen Lennon, he must have done it on purpose.
She raised her wrist to check the time; there's only half an hour until work starts, and if she can't catch a cab now, she won't be able to get back on time even if she flew.
In all her years at the job, she has never been late.
That damn Owen Lennon, he clearly did it on purpose, it's infuriating.
But what can she do now that it's happened?
The first late appearance in her life was destined to happen today.
After returning to the police station, she immediately sought out Owen Lennon's number.
The officer was puzzled when she asked for Owen Lennon's number: "Officer Rosalind, we don't have Lawyer Owen's number. He's a big deal, not someone we can casually contact."
"Then how do you usually get in touch with him?"
