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“I know,” I sigh. “There is just something going on that I can’t figure out. Her reaction to my interest seemed absolutely genuine. I don’t think she faked that.”
“So what do you want to do?” Luca asks.
“Well,” I say, thinking. “We need to do more research into her background. You guys dug deep and still didn’t really get all that much off of her. Not like what we’ve gotten from other people.”
“Okay. And?”
“And we are going to have dinner at Vita Divina,” I say.
“If she dumps wine on you, I’m gonna laugh,” Milo smirks.
“At that point, she just needs to go right to the source of what she wants and just touch you. No need to include the wine,” Luca laughs and I have a realization.
“Maybe that’s why she panicked,” I say.
“What?” Milo asks.
“When she panicked. What if that reaction is related to whatever reason she looked terrified in the elevator.”
“That would make sense. Her background doesn’t suggest that she dates but she could just keep that off social media. She doesn’t even have social media, actually,” Luca says.
“What? Not even Instagram?” I ask and he shakes his head. “Does Kaia?”
“Yeah. She has everything. Want me to look into her stuff?”
“Yeah. I think we will get more that way,” I say.
“I’ll work on Kaia’s socials then,” Milo says.
“Yup. I’ll work on her background. If there’s any potential that she is trying to wedge her way into this company to hurt us, we need to know,” Luca says. “Dad seems pretty interested in her and I would like to know why.”
“Let’s go get some dinner,” I say, standing from my desk.
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We pull up to Vita Divina and get out. When we get inside, Maria spots us immediately. “Hey,” she says. “Want to sit with Aurora?”
“Yeah,” I say.
“I’m about to cut her, so don’t keep her here forever please,” Maria says.
“She okay?” I ask.
“I don’t know. She’s been off all day. We are slow enough that I’m just going to cut her in case it’s her blood sugar and she’s been too stubborn to tell me.”
“She has blood sugar issues?” Luca asks.
“Yeah. She doesn’t have diabetes or anything but it’ll crash almost every day,” she says.
“Why doesn’t she go to the doctor?” I ask.
“Have you tried to go to the doctor as a woman lately?” she asks, raising an eyebrow at me.
“Can’t say that I have,” I chuckle.
“Come sit and I’ll tell her she has a table,” she says. We follow her back to her section and sit down.
“She’s going to know that we are checking in on her,” Milo says.
