Dragging her small suitcase out of the tiny apartment she lived in, Anna heaved a sigh of relief. At last, she was leaving this environment that reminded her of the pain of her past.
"Miss Moore, please get in. Our boss awaits your presence in his home," The chaffeur Anna believed Alasdair had sent to pick her up called out as he leaned on the car.
Surprisingly, unlike other old chaffeurs, Anna could see and tell that the one before her was young and beneath those baggy suits trousers was a sturdy body.
Realizing where her train of thoughts was heading to, Anna blushed in embarrassment and immediately ran out of her tiny apartment with the suitcase. She stood before the vehicle, Wondering whether to put her old suitcase in the booth or hold it with her.
She was stuck in a dilemma as s
