Eventually, exhaustion caught up with Evelyn, and she drifted into a deep sleep. By the time she opened her eyes again, the room was pitch black, save for the soft ambient lighting of the VIP suite.
Michael had remained by her bedside the entire time. He was reviewing company documents under a low lamp, but the second she shifted, his sharp gaze snapped directly to her face.
"You're awake. How are you feeling?" He set the paperwork aside immediately, leaning over her with palpable concern.
Evelyn recalled her plan from earlier in the day, mentally signaling to herself: Time to put those acting skills to work!
Forcing a completely blank, bewildered expression onto her face, she looked up at the towering man beside her and blinked in confusion. "Who... who are you?"
Michael's face instantly hardened. The light in his dark eyes dimmed, replaced by a wave of dread. Her eyes look so distant... She really lost her memory!
