Jocelyn read the short message that Lucas sent with a look of disbelief.
Lucas: You don't have to come to the meeting. I will give an excuse that you are sick.
Jocelyn exhaled slowly. If Lucas always gave excuses that she was sick, why did she come to the UK? Why isn't she in Spain?
"Miss Anastasya," Tierra touched Jocelyn's shoulder.
"Yes, what is up?" Jocelyn asked, "stop calling me with such a formal name, Tierra." Jocelyn complained while looking at her with annoyance.
During the past week, Jocelyn had grown closer to Tierra because she was the only woman who would follow her orders not to act formally when they were not in public.
“I'm sorry,” Tierra looked guilty. "The problem is, my job is at stake if I follow your orders."
"Hell," Jocelyn grumbled, "don't I pay your wages?"
