Bree's POV
A card? What for?
It was black and shiny in color.
“It’s a black card, sugar.” He spoke up when I kept peering at the card and I blinked at him in confused.
“It’s contains money… a lot of it.” He clarified and a frown settled on my face.
Yet another favour?
“No, I’m sorry but I'm not accepting this,” I shook my head, refusing to be drawn into one of his many schemes. “Thank you for your offer to be honest, but I'll pass. I don’t want to quit my job either, I like my job just fine.”
“I insist,” he said, like he had the final say. Like it was in his hands to make me do what he pleased.
“I cannot take this card from you, Lorenzo,” I maintained, refusing to budge. “You've already helped me enough and I'm more than grateful for it. I don't want anything else. I can sort mysel
