JADE:
I confirmed the location of my parents' business conference through my mother’s assistant, Miss Sofia. I was always closer to her than to my dad’s assistant, a man who constantly wore a heavy, unreadable scowl, as if the slightest slip in composure would get him fired.
Back when I was a kid, I genuinely thought he belonged to the mafia because of how cold he looked.
My fingers tightened around the steering wheel as I stared straight at the highway, a knot of anxiety tightening in my stomach. Fortunately, the conference was in the neighboring town, which meant a three-hour drive.
When I pulled up to the venue, Miss Sofia was already standing by the entrance waiting to lead me inside. She had cleared my arrival with my parents beforehand.
I stood in front of the massive headquart
