Dressing in a t-shirt and leggings, I wasn’t even bothering to dress in a smart suit to enter the workplace, as I wasn’t there to maintain anything about Jace’s skewed ‘image’ – I was going to confront him, and I wanted answers about his deranged and downright frightening behaviour.
Placing my trainers on, I had handwritten an angry letter of resignation, and even though I wasn’t planning on ever going back to Morgan Estates, Jace could shove the letter where the sun didn’t shine, and have it as a reminder of what a warped individual I thought he was.
Wrapping a light jacket around me and placing the threatening note that he’d left for me in the pocket, I made the journey on foot. I needed to burn off the adrenaline that was coursing through my veins. I wasn’t nervous or worried an
