Chapter 58
Disowned as her daughter
Katrina's POV
The house was as cold as it felt when I left that day. I dropped my bag on the living room table, turning around again to look at the house that I could potentially call mine for the next two years or perhaps, more.
I had not expected working for her to be easy.. but I had also not expected the level of drama that came with working for her.
I struggled with taking off the uncomfortably high shoes, my mind roaming around the walls.
One thing was clear though.
Savannah Ouad is a devil.
The piercing screech of my phone bolted me out of my momentary state of mind, making me turn around to look at the little piece of gadget, and again, for maybe the tenth time today, my face paled.
" Mum...is there something wrong?" I asked her.
Her
