After staring at my face in the mirror for God knows how long while waiting for him to return, I got tired of standing. Was he crazy telling me to wait here?

Or maybe he just meant I should wait in his office not the bathroom. I face palmed myself and walked out, admiring the office all over again. I stood at the glass window and stared at the city below.

It must really feel good to have money, a lot of it. I thought.

My hand went down to rub my stomach which was still very much flat. I was beginning to regret my decision so bad. This wasn't...