~Amber~
"I'm sorry to ask, but who are you?" I asked.
"I know you won't remember me; the doctor told me about your condition when I visited you at the hospital," she began. "My name is Stella, your former assistant." She said all in one breath.
"My assistant? Thank God, though; I finally met someone who doesn't hate me."
"I'm sorry if I sounded rude earlier; it's nice to meet you too," I said and hugged her again. I was overjoyed to know there was someone who didn't despise me, someone who still cared about me.
While we were in that position, a woman walked into the scene. She looked way older and more mature than I was. Her arms were folded, and she was glaring at me. Her eyes were piercing and imposing. I could feel the intensity of her gaze almost drilling a hole in my exposed ches
