“What did you promise him in return?” I barked into my father’s office the next day, my face swollen with lack of sleep as I stared out of his office window onto the busy streets of Concord road.
It had been a hell of day between juggling to boost Tiffany’s morale and nursing my broken heart. Things looked bad for Mr. Cox, and seeing people scurrying about in the office suggested that a restructuring was imminent.
“What?” my father asked with barely concealed irritation. Ah, so he was back to his normal despotic self again, wasn’t he? I thought with cynicism. No wonder since he no longer felt the need to put up the pretense of caring about me now that he’d gotten what he wanted. Whatever it was.
I didn’t care much to be honest. The current situation was chaotic, Tiffany was the talk of
