Page 37 of Delilah In Discretion

You have Kimiko for advice.

I looked over at her and sighed.But she’s too busy for my problems. I don’t want to distract her more than I already have. Besides, couldhebe the worst person to ask for help?

Yes.

I shook the thoughts from my head and spent the rest of my lunch enjoying time with Kimiko and, thankfully, not thinking of Luca or Archer.

An hour or two had passed, and as my classes had finished up, I had to say goodbye to Kimi as she stayed behind for her presidential duties.

I stopped at the exit and saw George’s car in the front. I stared at the phone in my hand, debating on whether or not I should talk to him.

Since you don’t want to listen to me, you might as well do it now,I thought once again and sighed as I dialed the number.

It rang a few times before I heard a voice.

“Hello?”

“Hi... Do you have any time to talk for a little while?”

“Of course,Kitten. For you, I can make it all the time in the world. Stop by the office when you’re free.”

Chapter thirteen

Delilah

After going home to change into a much more comfortable outfit, I had George drop me off at a coffee shop nearby and told him I would just be staying there to finish some work. He left and told me to call him when I was ready to leave. After some time, I left the building a little while later and went to Calvin’s building.God, this is so stupid.

I entered and went to the front desk. Did I have intentions of talking to Calvin about what happened with Archer? Of course not. Maybe about Luca, but I don’t believe that was my sole purpose for coming. Did I come for advice? I guess... I just wanted someone to talk to in general, and my family at home was obviously too invested in my business for me to go there.

I walked up to the receptionist’s desk, and the woman looked up before going over to her phone and dialing a number.

“Mr. Lockwood, your goddaughter is here to see you.”

She said it as if it was the most normal thing to say.Goddaughter.

I remember Calvin and Uncle Blaine having an actual argument about who would become my godfather. Uncle Blainehad the title regardless but was extremely upset when Calvin addressed himself as such. Much to my father’s dismay, my mother had to step in and grant them both the title. As a result, I was gifted two, um... wonderful godfathers.

The receptionist put the phone down and pointed to the elevator. “You can take it up to the top floor, and Mr. Lockwood will be waiting in his office for you.”

I thanked her and walked to the elevator. Thankfully, no one noticed me, and I made it to his door in less than five minutes.

I knocked twice and heard him speak for me to come in. I opened the door, and I was greeted with his smile as he sat at his desk.

“Kitten, what a pleasant surprise.”

I grinned and took a seat across from his desk.

“How have you been?” he asked.

“I’ve been fine, I guess.”

“Hmm. Are you adjusting well to life in the academy once again?” he asked, and I nodded.

“It’s been an… adjustment. That’s for sure.”

“So what brings you by?” he asked, and I shrugged.

“I don’t know. I just wanted to talk to someone,” I said, and he nodded.

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