I stare at him blankly.
What the hell did I do?
It's 6.00pm. I'm on time! So, why did I just get fired?
Trent gazes at me, his serious stare turning into a small smile.
"I just wish you could see the look on your face right now," he says with a light laugh.
Why on earth is he laughing?
He wipes his hands with the table cloth and smiles at me.
" I'll show you around."
Trent shows me around his luxurious living room. I admire secretly as we proceed upstairs. He shows me several rooms including his master bedroom. It's a four poster bed with neatly arranged stripped pillows. It's incredibly huge and volumous! What I love most about the room is the artistic paintings that are hanging on the wall.
"You love paintings?"
He asks behind me, his voice making me jerk back in surpr
