“Nia, get up and get ready,” Mack’s command filtered through my sleep addled thoughts, forcing me to groan and open my eyes. “I have a very important meeting and I don’t want to be late.”
“What are you talking about?” I rubbed my eyes and tried to bring the world into focus. “Tell Vivette to iron your clothes or whatever else you want.” I tried to go back to sleep but he grabbed my arm and forced me to sit up. “What?!”
“Get ready. You’re coming to the office with me,” he ordered and marched into the closet only to return just as I was getting out of bed and dropped some clothes on the bed. “Wear these. I’m waiting for you in the dining room. You have fifteen minutes. If you’re late you’ll be facing some serious consequences,” he stated before striding out of his room, leaving me gaping
