Desperate
I have no idea what I’m doing. I passed the point of no return about two hours ago when I called up Hunter’s office, pretending that I was UPS and had a parcel for Keira, but her surname was unknown. I was hoping the clueless receptionist would confirm that a Keira…worked there.
She did.
Keira Celly. The name of my new arch nemesis. I have no idea, apart from the obvious, what my beef with this woman is, I just know I want her to take a slow walk through fast traffic.
As I’m trying on outfit number six, my phone rings. It’s hidden under my pillow because Trent has called me about ten times. I know I really should talk to him, but I don’t know what to say. After Saturday night, I’ve been giving him the cold shoulder and not returning any of his messages.
Once I get tonight ov
