CHAPTER 70.
I shuddered and shook my head.
She sighed deeply. "You should have aimed higher! You should have aimed very, very, very high. I mean, at the very least, you should have aimed for the chief of staff, director, or something better to hold onto, and not just his mistress! Not just his toy he comes to whenever he is, well, you know."
Or wait, were you aiming to be the next First Lady of the country?" She screamed. "First Lady? Is that what he promised you, Taylor? Like, do you need to be so mediocre?"
A cold chill ran down my spine at her words. I felt a slight stab of annoyance, but I dared not talk; my mom was in her element.
I looked down and avoided eye contact with her by all means. A wave of shame washed over me, and I just couldn't bring myself to look at her. I had bet
