Watching her ponder all of this made him feel guiltier that he didn’t tell her sooner. Then again he was a bit concerned that she might have done a tuck-and-roll out of his SUV. Sadly, his uncomfortable feelings about the situation seemed to have been translated to the girl as she placed her hand on his bicep. He flexed unintentionally; he wasn’t one for physical contact with people he didn’t know but he always had a soft spot for women who were in trouble, despite the fact that he never [i]exactly[/i] knew what to do.

He felt his cheeks turn a slight pink color as she continued to touch him and even apologized for comparing his personality to a rock. A small smirk moved his full lips as his blue gaze twinkled down at her, “I’ve had worse jobs Ms. Baker. If my job was to follow a pretty girl around you would not hear me complain about it.” With that he put his hand on the door handle. “Then again, I’d probably end up driving the pretty girl crazy with my habits, then again…” A more solid smirk moved across his face, “Some find it charming.” With that he pulled open the door and followed her in. 

[color=blue]Three men chatted in front of a large wooden desk before their talk came to a pause. The older man with the two body guards turned to the two as they entered. The look on his face was one of surprise and happiness mixed with sadness. She looked so much like her mother it was almost heartbreaking.[/color]

“Ms. Baker,” Serge said as he walked further into the office and gestured to follow. “This is Mister Erik Wilmer.” With that he turned to Erik. “Sir, this is Ms. Linda Baker.” 

[color=blue]Before he could say anything to Linda, he turned his attention to Serge. Taking his hand, Erik shook it intensely and unprofessionally, his eyes filled with tears, “Thank you Serge, thank you so much. If it wasn’t for you she wouldn’t be here. Thank you for leading the search for her. Thank you, thank you!”[/color]

“You’re welcome sir.” He said with a nod shaking his hand back before nearly prying it off. 

 [color=blue]Erik nodded before turning to Linda. A melancholy smile moved across his face as he approached her and offered her his hand, “I’m… I’m Erik.” The man that could talk to a crowded room of bustling reporters was stuttering over his words in front of a young woman. It was a sensitive moment and the three elite body guards watched on in quiet ‘aw’.[/color]