Mia
My appetite disappeared the minute he walked out the door, so I just pushed the plate aside. He didn’t regard me as anything, yet he wouldn’t let me be on my own. What on earth did he possibly want?
My phone buzzed, and I glanced at the time before opening the text message that came in, 10 a.m. I took a deep breath when I saw it was a text from Collins; I was scared he mentioned my oblivion to my father.
My brain was a bit foggy from the brief exchange with Jonathan, so I decided to read it aloud for better clarity. “Gather all the information on the company before sundown, Mr. De Luca’s orders.” I read.
I rolled my eyes as I pushed the phone under my pillow. This could have been said on the call. Why did he have to text me again? But then I realized that the text messages were th
