Writer POV

Aurora finally gets to his company, come to think of it this is the first time that she’s going to come there and she’s dressed like this? She asked herself when she get down from the cab.

The only thing on her mind is getting to him and she didn’t comb her hair she didn’t put on good slippers, she look down on her room flip flop and feel sorry.

What am I going to do now? She look at her debit card and her phone in her hand, that’s the only thing she could remember to bring along, the rest is history.

She decide that seeing him...