Meeting With An Old Friend.
NATASHA'S POV:-
The next morning, I was in the dining room with Mr Rutherford. I was eating my breakfast while he was staring at me. His face had no expressions at all. As if it was flat. I totally avoided looking at his face. Mr Rutherford placed the cutlery on the plate. I looked up at him and met his angry gaze. "At least tell me what you are up to? I promised my son that I will protect you no matter what. He entrusted your well being in my hands." Mr Rutherford asked me again and I frowned.
"I am just meeting two of my friends. One is old and one works with me. There is nothing more I can tell you right now. And I am not going alone. Joe will be with me." I tried to calm him down. I knew he was just worried about me. But giving him a false hope wo
