Ivy
“I’ve ordered them all, Samuel,” I told him through the phone.
“Thanks, Ivy. We’ll be waiting for the package to arrive at the store. You’ve been a great help.”
“Thank you. Thanks for still letting me work, Samuel.”
“No problem, we understand your situation, Ivy. I hope things calm down soon so you can come back to the store. We miss you too.”
“I hope the same too. Let me know if you need anything.”
“Sure.” We ended the call.
Another week had passed and I was still unable to come back to work at Bookpresso, physically. Lucifer had strictly forbidden me from stepping out of his…I mean, our home. He didn’t trust anyone besides Daemon and Samuel to keep me safe. And since I felt terribly guilty that I couldn’t come to work despite I just started to work with Samuel, I asked him if
