Valet parking brings Cedric the car to take us away from here. This time, I let him open the passenger door for me and even thank him dryly for doing so.
I settle into the seat, watching him circle the car to get in, and when he does, he doesn’t hesitate to rev the engine to drive us away from here.
Something tells me he’s annoyed.
“Is everything alright, Mr. Reed?” I dare to ask finally.
“Pack a small suitcase for tomorrow, Miss Collins, because we’re going to Kentucky,” he informs me without looking at me. “Be ready at seven, waiting for me outside your building.”
I don’t say anything because his order is like that of my boss and not like the man who decided to play a power game with me. Still, I dare to open my mouth, only because I really sense that he is very, very angry.
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