Chapter 25: The Mentor From Hell
Cielle sat cross-legged on the plush barstool in her new apartment, her hair a tousled mess from sleep, a half-eaten toast in one hand and a steaming mug of hot Chocolate in the other. The apartment was still surreal to her—every inch of it far too luxurious for someone who, just a few days ago, lived in a cramped, run-down box.
The floors gleamed under the morning light spilling through the massive windows, the sheer white curtains billowing slightly with the breeze. The air smelled of the faint scent of vanilla from the diffuser near the entrance. She still couldn’t believe this place was hers. Cavier had made sure of that.
Just as she took another bite, her phone buzzed on the marble countertop.
Cavier: A car will pick you up in an hour. You’re meeti
