BRYSON’S HOME
“Where are you going to all dressed up?” Bryson cornered Chantelle as he adjusted his shirt button.
Chantelle did an eyeroll before she replied. Every conversation with Bryson exhausts her. “Heading out for lunch with my friends.”
“Why can’t your friends come by the house here to meet you? Why do you have to go out to meet them?”
“I am not a slave, Mr Moore. I can't be cooped up in the house all day. I have a life and I intend to live it as I please. Most importantly, there is no need to worry. I am going with the driver, and you can call your sister for updates about what I eat if you are so bothered.”
Bryson bit down on his lips, flaring his nose at her. “The problem here is that you think this is a joke. As if you're doing what you like around the house is…..”
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