Back at the warehouse.
Ana was now left alone; her gaze lingered at the door as though expecting Alex to burst back in.
After a few minutes passed and Alex did not return, she let out a sigh she didn't realize she was holding.
She turned to look at her screen, yet her eyes were out of focus and lost in a daze,
'Why am I so worried about what he thinks of me?' she asked herself, resting her hand on her ample chest and feeling her wildly beating heart.
'This feeling...?'
The silence lingered as she was consumed by her own thoughts, but she suddenly shook her head, almost as though she wanted it to pop off her neck,
'Focus, Ana...' Her eyes regained clarity, and her face returned to its cold and calculating concentration.
She looked at the flickering screen in front of her and leaned forward on her desk, her hands resting on her keyboard.
"Gallagher..." she muttered as she started typing on the keyboard, her eyes glued on the ever changing screen in front of her,
