A/N: As usual, I would recommend putting the video on loop. Also, there will be four chapters posted today instead of two since next weekend I won't be on due to the Thanksgiving holiday. Thank you for understanding, and I hope that all of you have a good evening/afternoon/morning ^-^! 

That evening, the two of them had taken a break from looking into Platinum Investments. Instead, they researched Fields' Interior Design. Perhaps, there was something revealing about Kaleb through his friend's family business. At least, that had been the hope. Like Kaleb's, the company had a stellar review, and she had to admit that the pictures of designs were ... nice. (F/n) wouldn't use a better adjective, and she hated complimenting the company regardless. Even sites with employee reviews didn't have much to go on. It was frustrating.

Sure, there were a couple of reviews that had less than five stars, but the situation was similar to that of Platinum Investments. Those reviews sounded like they were holding back on info. Lee didn't mention social media, but he knew that they'd have to look into it eventually to find something else out. The longer they waited, the more complicated things would become. And, that meant that (f/n) would have a harder time holding Tristan off and increased the likelihood of them switching to the other option. In fact, they might hit that other option tomorrow if Tristan tried to move things along quickly.

"There has to be something," she groaned out, fingers running through her hair. A heavy, annoyed frown was on her lips, and Lee was now the one looking for another site that might have useful information. Beside them and on the table was an empty plate, which had a slice of egg, bacon and ham quiche on it earlier. A cup of blackberry tea was by them too.

When she felt a hand on her right shoulder, she glanced over to the screen. Lee pointed to a site that had a discussion page on the company. "Well, that might be something." He clicked on it and turned it more towards her. Eyes scanning over the page, they soon stopped on a sub-topic. The rest of the topics had been about how great the customer service was and that the antique furniture finds were exceptional, but there was a chain that led off of one comment.

Instantly, she sat up and moved the laptop closer. The comment had been about how the owners' son had been extremely helpful and professional throughout the whole process. She scoffed at that and swiftly went over the other comments.

He was very helpful. Even stated to call him back if I ever had any questions despite being finished with the job.

Yes, I had a similar experience. Gave the number to my daughter. Apparently, he won't date clients' family members or clients. Won't even go on one date with them.

Why I didn't work with his company.

Smart. Wish I had thought of that.

There were other comments of a similar nature, and she felt her distaste for the guy grow even more. Honestly, she was amazed that the comments hadn't been deleted yet. Perhaps, that was because the site wasn't on the first page when searching for the company. But, perhaps, his parents thought that it might bring some more publicity to their company. Use their son as an advertisement and attract more clients in the process but make sure that no relationship formed. Unfortunately, the information didn't provide anything new. Both Lee and she knew that Tristan was someone who slept around. She did note that all of the comments that hinted at possible flings with Tristan weren't too recent. So, he really was holding off for the moment so that she'd be more convinced. His tactic wouldn't work, though, since she knew the truth of the matter.

"Nothing we didn't already know," she muttered, her shoulders sagging a little. She turned the laptop more towards Lee and stared to her tea. Picking it up, she took a sip and held the cup to her lips a moment longer as though it would have information on either of the men.

Maybe, we should look up their names next and go from there? (F/n) nodded to the idea, but her eyes looked to the time on the laptop. A sigh left her. She needed to get some sleep for service tomorrow and the ... date. It wasn't going to be pleasant at all.

"Not now, though. I need some sleep. If I don't, Anita will notice, and she might tease me about thinking about Tristan all night." She visibly gagged, and Lee nodded in understanding. "Thank you for bringing dinner and making the tea."

You're welcome. Personally, it was nice to see her being fine with him bringing her food. She trusted him that much already, which made him hopeful that this partnership really would work. He wouldn't experience what had happened the first time, and he'd continue to make sure that didn't happen. Are you sure you don't want me to start looking?

"Well, that'd probably be good," she muttered as she thought it over. "Just come wake me up if you find anything that might help." Lee nodded and watched her get up. She took the plate and cup with her. After she washed and put the plate away, she carried her tea up to her room. As she walked by the dining room, she saw him already doing a new search. A small smile hit her lips before she turned and headed up the stairs.

While she went up, Lee paused and looked in that direction. His chin rested on the palm of his hand. In a way, it reminded him of back then. The dining room he was in hadn't been a dining room, though. It had been his shop while the other side had been his friend's café and bakery. He'd be working on what to order next and profits for the day while his friend had headed upstairs for the night after cleaning up the kitchen. Later, he'd head upstairs and check on his friend to see if he wanted to make plans for their next target.

Now, though, that wasn't the case. (F/n) wasn't his old friend. She needed to rest, and they already had discussed their targets. But, he liked the change. He liked how she had smiled before she had gone upstairs as though he hadn't noticed. Truly and even if she didn't realize completely yet, she appreciated his efforts; she wasn't using him. He wasn't a game piece to be exploited to her. A smile touched his lips before he looked back to the screen in front of him.

As it got later into the evening, he closed the laptop and took out the charger from the wall socket. He had looked into Kaleb's name first, and he couldn't access his social media since he didn't have (f/n)'s password and username. There was the option to create another account or get a new password, but he didn't know if that would affect (f/n)'s somehow. Maybe, it would be a better idea, however, in case Kaleb and Tristan could see her looking into their accounts. Later, he'd need to ask her, and he hoped that she'd be fine with him bringing up social media.

Regardless of social media, Lee found other pages on the man. There were even multiple pictures of him online, but nothing that could be used against him. To have such a clean background, he wondered if his parents had gone ahead and paid off sites to delete negative comments about their son. It wouldn't surprise him.

With the items in hand, though, he pushed in the chair and headed upstairs. He quietly entered (f/n)'s room, the door no longer locked and blocked. After he put the objects away, he peered over to her. Her maroon comforter was over her head, but her arms could be seen partially since they were hugging one of the pillows. Softly, he went over to her bedside and could see her face underneath the covers from his new angle. A peaceful expression was on her face, and he didn't disturb her.

Before he could turn around fully, he heard movement. He glanced back to her and saw her eyes opening. Her brows furrowed, and she looked up to him confused. "Lee?" Now, he faced her fully once more as she sat up and rubbed her eyes. The coverings pooled around her. "Why are you standing there?" There was hesitation in her voice, and he wondered how she could wake up to him being quieter than he had been when he had been messing with her. Perhaps, she needed to use the restroom.

Having brought paper and pen with him from the dining room, he wrote a response shortly after her question. Checking on you. I didn't mean to wake you; you looked peaceful. For a moment, she stared before she rubbed the bridge of her nose, like she was too tired to process what he just said. A light chuckle left him at the action.

"... Okay. I need to use the bathroom anyway." She rubbed her eyes again before she met his gaze. "Did you find anything?" (F/n) managed to finish her question right before a yawn left her. It was cute. Lee shook his head, and she sighed before she climbed out of bed and walked tiredly across the floor. "Then, we'll keep looking," she muttered out, not even glancing back to him. "Thanks."

A nod left him, but she didn't note it. Instead, she went into the bathroom and closed the door. Lee took that as his sign to leave the room. Besides, he needed to get back into the kitchen. Behind him, he closed her room door and wished her a continued good sleep. As for (f/n), she soon was washing her hands. Her eyes stared into the mirror in front of her as her mind thought more on Lee's words.

Should she have been sort of concerned about him standing over her bed like that? Probably. Was she? Not anymore. If anything, she just thought it a bit odd, but it wasn't ... unwelcomed. Having someone watch her back, truly watch her back, was nice, and she was happy to know that she could lean on someone, especially when she had an awful date ahead of her. A groan left her at the thought, and she headed back to bed to escape the reality that was her near future even if it only was for a short time.