Ella tried every method she could think of, but she couldn’t even meet Zoe.

Mia cried her eyes out every day.

Out of options, she decided she’d look for Leslie’s help. The night before, she smoked cigarettes throughout the entire night on the balcony. She even drank beers.

Then, she started chuckling in tears when she was drunk. She murmured Leslie's name over and over again.

She hated him to the bone!

…

Leslie was sitting in his office at the Imperial Hotel. He rested his legs on the desk. He was having the fiercest fight with the Lynches lately. So, he was tense and irritable.

Then, his assistant, Lidia, came in, looking troubled, “Ms. Ella is here to see you, Mr. Leslie.”

Who the hell is this Ella?

Without much thought, he decided he didn’t want to meet the stranger. He said casually, “Send her packing! Issue her a check if she doesn’t leave. Tell her to keep her mouth shut about it.”

However, Lidia didn’t leave. She added, “It’s Ms. Ella, Mr. Leslie. It’s Ms Zoe’s friend