Several thoughts spiraled through Chloe’s mind as she stood in the parking lot. She knew exactly who had paid for the driver—it was the same person who had assigned him to her in the first place.
Darlyn, she mumbled under her breath. She slipped the notes back into her purse and tossed it inside her bag. She was still trying to process everything when a car honked nearby. Smiling awkwardly at the driver she couldn’t clearly see through the tinted windows, she waved apologetically and hurried inside the building.
Stepping into the lobby, she spotted Trisha talking to the receptionist at the counter, her back racing Chloe. In no mood for more trouble, Chloe tried to walk past as quietly as possible. Trisha’s face was the last thing she wanted to see right now.
Who knows what the she-devil
