Chapter Seventy-Eight

 

Terrified

 

Genevieve 

 

My alarm clock growled loudly beside me as I grudgingly rolled over to turn it off. Fuck, today was Monday, a.k.a. the worst day of the week. Since I could remember, I've always hated Mondays because I felt weekends weren't long enough, and Monday should have been included in week endings.

 

Sighing, I lazily rose from my bed, and as I ambled to the bathroom to shower, after my thirty-minute hot shower, I slipped into my blue shirt and black trousers—the perfect corporate wear to begin the week. Ambling to the silvery mirror in my room, I packed my hair into a neat bun in order...