The car was coasting down the same street where we'd seen Medsafe Liyah Inc. when suddenly, I spotted Renata’s sleek sedan pulling out of the parking garage, a shadowy figure sitting shotgun.
“Look, there's Renata’s ride,” I blurted out to Hannah.
“I see it. What are the odds?” Hannah chuckled, “Talk about perfect timing. We wrap up our errands and so do they?”
I ignored her jest, urging her on, “There's someone with her. Slow down, can we tail them and get a look at this guy? If the timing’s right, he’s probably her latest fling. I've got to see who it is.” As I spoke, Renata’s car zipped in front of us.
Hannah, instantly thrilled by the prospect, exclaimed, “Roger that.”
We followed Renata's car discreetly, but the chase took an interesting turn as she headed towards the municipal office district. She didn’t stop out front but looped around to the secluded garden area in the back.
“Damn, must be someone from the building,” Hannah murmured under her breath.
We hung back, parking across from a row of flagpoles.
Hannah whipped out her smartphone, snapping photos of Renata’s car relentlessly.
After an age, the passenger door swung open, and a man stepped out. He was cautious, darting across the green space to a path on the other side.
Renata’s car didn’t linger, taking off down the road and out of the garden area of the office complex.
I lost interest in Renata’s departure, fixated on the man who had exited her car. His back was to us as he strode towards the office building. Something about him seemed familiar.
“I know him from somewhere,” I muttered, unable to place him without seeing his face.
Hannah, still capturing the scene on her phone, heard me and offered, “Should I go for a closer look?”
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