SEEMS I HAVE NO CHOICE
TIARA
I was suffering from a severe hangover when I woke up the following morning and was sitting in a lawyer’s office. Ok, or maybe I was still drunk.?
Those wine glasses may have disappeared faster than the coast would have been flooded, but I really needed them.
Following my confrontation with Baker and my following embarrassing display in his elevator, I wasted my time rummaging through my small apartment, feeling confused and worthless.
I started reading the contract again and again just after Mara left, and it took me about ten minutes before I poured myself another glass of wine to go with it. I had lost count of them. My father had left me like twelve voicemails on my phone during my meeting with Vincent Baker, all of which I deleted.?
Hearing his voic
