The Primus Daughter

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

She stood up and slowly made her way to the wardrobe. She would kill to be able to wear a gown but that was a necessity she could not afford right now and she would have to settle for something similar to what she wore for the business lunch.

It was of the same style, pants, inner and a jacket but what she chose was casual and definitely more comfortable. So, this time around instead of suit pants she went with joggers. Pretty ass joggers that she always thought were too casual to wear around the house.

She tucked the sleeveless turtleneck she was already wearing into the pants and topped it up with a jacket. She picked her favorite heeled boots and put them on. They were black, her joggers the same color but in a lighter shade while her jacket was midnight.

She took one last glance at the mirror, satisfied with what looked back at her, she picked her bag and proceeded to leave the room. She remembered to pick her purse and phone from where she had kept them in the living room before making her way out the kitchen door and into the garage.

By the time she started the car, the time was already past twelve, twenty three minutes past, to be exact. She wasn't shaken, as long as she went for the meeting she never said anything about arriving early, and considering she had not seen her father's call, it was safe to assume he also thought so too.

She felt an annoyance at this, if he had pestered it would have made her feel better and her rebellion worth it but now it almost felt like he did not care about her tantrum and she had no say about the peace treaty with the Blackwoods.

She drove out of the garage slowly. She was late but didn't care, she had absolutely no plan to rush to the venue. Normally it would take her around ten to twelve minutes, she intended to make it twenty minutes.

Not that they would not start the so-called meeting without her, if they didn't her father would have called once it was getting close to the time. It was safe to assume he was probably even glad she showed up late so they would have time to speak about her before she showed up.

She got to the highway soon enough pissed that the journey was going faster than she wanted. The thought of turning around and going back home crossed her mind at least ten times but each time she thought about it she knew there was no way around it.

She did not need anyone to tell her she could not handle the consequences, so she kept driving even though she would rather not because it would be better for her to show up late and leave early than not show up at all.

This was what went through her mind as she came to the gate entrance, she did not bother slowly down because she knew the gate would be thrown open as soon as she close enough.