William Griffith's gaze swept over Cherish Turner, then moved to the entrance. Spotting the woman standing there, his eyes tightened momentarily, then relaxed with no discernible change in emotion. His handsome face gave away nothing, and he did not say a word, just nodding in acknowledgement.
"I just returned yesterday." Emma Hall took a few steps forward, speaking in a calm tone, but her tightly clenched hand gripping her bag betrayed her nerves. Looking for a topic, she casually asked, "Are you here to buy a piano?"
Two simple words slipped from William Griffith's mouth: "Just passing."
Emma Hall started, only then noticing the other person in the store.
Looking at her, it was a very ordinary-looking girl, very young, casually dressed, yet with a trendy edge. She did not possess attractive features or a seductive figure, she was exceptionally plain - enough to make Emma think that she may be his secretary or assistant.