(Aaliyah)
I took a cab back to my place, quickly showered, and changed into a sleek blazer and slacks—my best Sunday clothes, and the last pieces of clothing from my former life as a spoiled, bratty princess—that actually fit.
It was a lame attempt to try and get Mr. Lancaster to forget about how much I’d f****d up for sure. At this point, I wasn’t going to deny it.
I just hoped it worked, because I really liked my job.
The drive to Lancaster Premiums was a quick one, and as I rode the elevator up to the last floor, I felt that familiar queasy feeling in my stomach.
Oh God.
It was self-diagnosed, but I had anxiety-induced diarrhea—if that was even an actual medical condition—where any situation that awakened my fight or flight instinct instantly awakened the monster.
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