CHAPTER TWENTY

I burst through the doors and the cold air hit me. Almost immediately,, Don's driver arrives.

Wow, earlier than expected. Note the sarcasm.

I open the door and enter.

"Good day, ma'am."

The driver greets me, and I nod. He doesn't tell me why he arrived late, and this is better because I am in no mood to listen.

I send a text to the group chat, telling them I am almost home.

Willow:

Why so late?

Dash:

Exactly.

Me:

Shit happens.

I type and I go offline. The drive takes about fifteen minutes.

Immediately, I enter our room. Mine and Dons. The telephone rings; it has to...