It was 7:00 a.m. in the morning, and the day was foggy.

Aria got into the cab, already on her way, in a rush. But not to work.

To school. Her heart thudded loudly; she could swear the driver could hear it.

She didn’t know when she had grown to have an atom of fear for that man, Asher.

Not fear per se; reluctance to provoke him.

But she had to go to school; apparently, she had a class and even a presentation by 8:00 a.m. that morning.

She had no freaking idea.

That’s what being an intern causes – an intern who is a secretary.

When did that ever...