Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Seven
Peter
 
     Peter was working in his room when he suddenly stopped and looked at his watch—it was only ten in the morning! This annoyed Peter, and he fiddled with the pen in his hand until Mr. Collins' secretary knocked on the door and, while handing the list to Peter Miller, said, "Mr. Collins just went home, and this is a list of tasks and appointments that you need to take care of in his stead." Then she left.
   While looking at his list of tasks, Peter called Josh and said, "Mr. Collins, have you gone home? Are you alright?"
   "I'm fine. I've decided to go to the police."
   "So there's no news about Christine; don't worry, I'll take care of the company's business."
   "Thank you, Peter, I have another call waiting, I need to hang up."
   After Peter ended the call, he thought to himself, "Why didn't he inform the police yesterday?" The knocking and entrance of Lisa Marks distracted Peter from his thoughts.
   Ms. Marks said, "Isn't it time for a break, boss? Were you working here all night?"
   "Why are you speaking so formally?"
   Lisa stood in front of the desk, hands clasped behind her back, and said, "Because this is your company; I'm nothing more than an employee here."
   "So I've lost you again."
   While handing her resignation letter to Peter, Lisa said, "I'm sorry, but you have to accept my resignation, and you can't look for me anymore; will you do that?"
   Peter took the resignation letter, and after reading it, he was about to sign it but hesitated and said, "I neither oppose this resignation nor will I look for you." And he quickly signed it.
   Lisa picked up the resignation letter and said, "I'm glad you no longer have any feelings for me; it's better this way."
   "Don't be mistaken, just because I don't oppose doesn't mean I have no feelings for you; I'm doing this because you want it; because it's the only thing I can do for you to be happy and satisfied."
   A moment of silence ensued; Lisa still stood there.
   Peter picked up his decaffeinated coffee cup and stood by the window to watch outside; he took a sip of coffee and finally said, "If you have nothing else, you can go."
   "Maybe I'm making a mistake."
   Peter turned towards Ms. Marks and saw that she was tearing up her resignation letter; therefore, he said, "What are you doing?!"
   "I'm correcting my mistake."
   Peter smiled and said, "You know, something happy happened today, but it didn't lessen my feeling of misery; today, I might become a murderer."
   "I don't understand what you're saying?!"
  "Read the bundle of letters you found yourself; it's in my bag, take it."
   Lisa Marks did just that.