AMBER'S POV
“G-good morning, Mr. Perault.” I wasn’t really feeling up to greeting the boss.
The hermit completely ignored me and stormed into his office, looking all grumpy. And then he slammed the door shut.
I just shook my head and went back to work. But then, out of nowhere, I remembered what happened yesterday. After Sir Phillip left us stranded on the highway, it took me almost thirty minutes to find a taxi with David. When I finally arrived at the hotel, guess who I bumped into? Sir Phillip himself. He told me to get ready because we were heading back to New York. I really can't keep up with the old man's mood swings. One moment I'm in Orlando, and the next I'm back home. I thought I'd have at least another week to explore and have some fun.
In addition to that, I was angry that
