LONDON

 

 

 

It had been a gut-wrenching and stressful week since Striker, and I last saw each other. I hadn’t heard from him, and I remained low profile as well. The only thing Neke said was that Striker didn’t go home to his house anymore. Other than that, I was like living under a rock.

I didn’t contact Linden again after what happened at the firm. I still went to work despite my heartbreak. I hadn’t heard from my father either—the only persons who talked to me were Neke and Reed.

In two weeks, it would be the grand opening of the boutique. I had to show everyone that I was...