EMILY'S POV
I creeped back to the office building, barely managing to walk with my legs. I'm exhausted.
I curved my back and dangled my hands in front of me, my sleepy eyes and body begging me to drop on this floor and sleep while I drag my feet on the ground. Curse them for making me participate so much. I helped to make the fashion show idea rise to the tops, least they can do is not stress me.
I wish I didn't leave some of my things on my desk in the office. I'd have gotten a free ride home without having to wait for an hour or less for my personal chaffeur. Yes, you heard that right, I have one, though should I say it was pretty obvious?
I slumped on my desk the moment my card swiped on the censor. Correction, Jade's desk, it's crowded with un-arranged papers and books, I'm jus
