VICTOR’S POV
“You know what, Ada? I think I have realized why they say home, sweet home,” I said. I was in the back seat of the car, enjoying the scenery as the car moved. “Paris was all good but it had this coldness to it, not the kind of cold that makes you cover up.”
Ada nodded, “You are always right, sir.”
“At least be more sincere when you lie,” I retorted.
“I will try harder,” she replied brazenly. I was taken aback but it didn’t last long. Such bouts of audacity from Ada were not too strange. I rested in the car and soon, we got to the head office. I had asked to be brought there straight from the airport.
Ada and I stepped out of the car and entered the main building. As we walked past staff members, they stopped to give a little, curt bow. Both of us entered the elevator and
