Kylie's POV
When it was due time for my shift to be over, Gregory sent a driver to pick me up saying he wouldn't be back home until night since he had different schedules to attend to.
Throughout the ride to the mansion, I kept glancing through the transparent window, my mind reeled with what had happened earlier at the company. Gregory didn't want me to address him as a boss but intimately instead. Was he trying to make it known to everyone?
I'd be doomed if that happens anyway.
"We are here, Ms Kylie." Kent, the driver said upon our arrival. I wove out of the car with an appreciative nod and darted into the house. I couldn't resist the urge to stop and look at Gregory's abstract paintings. This wasn't the first time I would pause and always admire his masterpiece.
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