Barbara:
“What in the hell is this?” I ask my chief advisor as he hands me the envelope with the Brookes crest on it.
He stares at me, like I am an i***t or something. “It’s an invitation from your son, Devon Brookes.”
“Step-son.” I correct him harshly, why does everyone seem to make this damn mistake? I did not give birth to Devon; he’s my f*****g step-son, for goodness’ sake. I snatch the invitation from his hand before pursuing him away from my office. Ever since I got the message from Anna, she wouldn’t ever seem to leave me alone. Anytime my phone rings, I get a hypertensive feeling it’s her. So now, I am acting like a deranged old woman. I don’t leave the mansion anymore, everywhere is equipped with more security equipment and I doubled the agents all around the mansion.
I can’t
