Alicia’s POV.
Amelia had taken my phone as she scrolled through my sss in search of the mail I had gotten from Bohen’s bureau. She literally had access to everything that belonged to me, what was there to hide?
“You will be going for the interview during the weekend which is tomorrow. Don’t tell me you don’t plan to go, Amelia.” She scurried away as Madam Cass called her attention to one of the finely dressed Italian customers that just barged in with some of his classy looking friends and their ladies too who had this slender body shape of some runway models.
From their looks, I could tell they were some poorly trained kids of a wealthy family from around. I sighed as I looked away, trying so hard to ignore their noise that soon filled the bar. And the girls? I could tell already from
