ALICE
This 'professional' outing didn't sit well with me.
I was suspicious. I had a feeling that he mentioned it would be a professional setting just to get me to go with him, but what could I do? This asshole was my boss, and I couldn’t say no to him.
I had to go even though I was sure that he was lying to me. If he said it was part of the job,
Why would there be a professional event when it wasn’t marked on the calendar? He would’ve told me about it a long time ago.
This was all bullshit and I knew it.
My suspicion was confirmed when the driver stopped in front of a nondescript building. From the outside, I couldn’t tell what kind of establishment it was.
A hotel? A bar? A commercial space?
I glanced at Mr. Linden-Hawthorne, but he wasn’t looking at me anymore. He got out
