Chapter 11 - Jasmine
There was an odd war going on within me. On the one hand, I felt extremely proud of myself for leaving. Screw Pearce and Kato and all the other strangely buff, leather wearing, motorcycle riding employees—or whatever you wanted to call them. They had no right to order me around and manhandle me and then, on top of it all, keep me like some sort of prisoner. Pearce could take all of his reasons and shove them up his ass because I wasn’t buying them. Sure, the money was great and all, but it wasn’t enough to buy my freedom from me.
But despite all of those surface feelings, I felt a little nervous. I was in my car, driving back to where I hoped the main road was. I wasn’t familiar with this area specifically, but if I could get to the main road, I was sure I could make
