AUDREY
“It was a disaster,” answered Chelsea when Stark asked about our day. He now sat in front of us in a five-star restaurant in the Waldorf hotel. There was no point in insisting that we were fine staying at the hotel. Knowing my boss, when he said something, it meant he wanted everyone around him to obey.
Stark frowned at my best friend’s answer. “Why so?”
“Her father—ugh!” she grunted. “It’s not my place to speak.” Chelsea held my hand.
“My father…” I sighed. “He’s just like always. We don’t get along, that’s all,” I answered as simply as I could. There’s no way I would tell my boss how pathetic my life was. Especially now, with him in person. It was usual for Stark to have a sudden business that was not in his schedule. I literally just told him about this emergency trip this mo
