Merging of souls

kind of intimidating. It's like he's trying to prove that he's the better person, the better CEO." Rani laughs. "Well, maybe he is. Maybe he's just wired differently, Lili." Lillian roll

ate," Lillian says, muffled in a yawn. As soon as Lillian leaves the sitting room for the guest room to shower, Rani takes her phone from her bag on the sofa. She is more excited that Lilian's phone does not have a password as she gets to download a dating app. She uses "leeli" as the user name and writes a few things about Lillian. Soon she is able to find a match for Lillian, and she accepts the chat request. She puts the phone back in her bag. When Lillian has finished showering, she goes to the sitting room to take her handbag; she notices Rani smiling sheepishly. She suspects Rani has done something, but she is too tired to banter with her. She goes back into the guest room and decides to text Bella if she wrapped up everything on time and didn't work overtime. Bella assured her that everything was okay and she got home on time. As she was about to keep her phone, she got a "hi" message from a dating app. Lilian's brow furrows, then she remembers how Rani was smiling sheepishly and realizes this was probably what she was up to. Rani was probably asleep, and Lilian decided to save the ranting for tomorrow. She opens the chat, but she doesn't know what to reply; soon, she falls asleep. As she drifted off to sleep, Lillian's mind wandered. But instead of infrastructural reports and board meetings, her subconscious conjured up a surprising figure: Vincent Hanstrup, her rival and nemesis. In her dream, Vincent's chiseled features and piercing blue eyes captivated her. They stood alone on a moonlit rooftop, the city skyline twinkling behind them. Vincent's confident smile drew her in, and Lillian felt an unfamiliar flutter in her chest. Jolted awake, Lillian sits up in bed, her heart racing. She rubbed her temples, trying to shake off the lingering emotions. "What was I thinking? Vincent is the last person I should be fantasizing about!" Regret washed ov