Tuesday. Thames House. London, United Kingdom.
DIHA HIT SEND ON her last report.
Since Miles was technically still on leave, she was supposed to send these to the Deputy Director General herself. Still, Diha had copied Miles out of spite.
He hadn't spoken to her since those moments after Valentino had been killed. Diha had foolishly thought when he ran to her that everything would be okay. After that final embrace, he'd pulled back until he wouldn't even look at her.
It hurt.
The job they were both so passionate had come between them. It was the reality of what they did. She should have known they couldn't have love and be in the service of two separate masters.
Zora knocked on the lab door. "Cat gone?"
"Hm?" Diha glanced up. "Oh, yes. She got on an early afternoon flight. Left a little bit ago."
Zora closed the lab door behind her. "Any luck?"