The next morning, I woke up dreading having to go to work.
I wasn't sure if Christian would be waiting for me in my office once more, but I couldn't emotionally handle another argument with him.
Human trafficking... He really couldn't come up with something more convincing?
My heart still stung from yesterday's encounter. I really hated how much I cared.
"Second Miss, the driver is waiting for you outside," a maid informed me from the other side of my bedroom door. This was the first time I needed to be reminded to go to work. The first time I would be 'late'.
"Coming," I yelled back, unenthusiastically. With a deep breath, I lifted myself off my bed and walked out.
Let's get this over with.
