#Chapter 103: Like clockwork

Fiona It had not been a lie that I was nervous about the impromptu and mysterious meeting that Conrad had requested with me. I was. It had been a half-truth, though. A half answer to Alexander’s question about what was troubling me. I texted Nina again on my way in to the office, just to check in on her. She replied: I’m totally fine, Fi. Pleeeease stop worrying about me. It was a tough thing to do, but I told her I’d try. At breakfast the previous morning, Nina had confessed that she’d had an unsettling incident after work a few nights before. I could tell that she had not been looking forward to telling me about it – she knew I was about to be horrified – so she kind of spat the story out quickly. A customer at the club had gotten handsy with her and the bouncer kicked him out. After her shift was over, though, the guy appeared in the parking lot, apparently waiting for her. (I think all the blood drained from my face as she told me this part.) But because the bouncer h