BRIANA MORRIS
As I had anticipated, the trip was overly tense. Denner didn't open his mouth to talk to me and barely answered my questions. He restricted himself to just saying yes or no to everything I asked.
The most I heard from him was:
“You should have studied more since you didn't go to work.”
Idiot!
What part of me being sick didn't he understand?
It was a miracle I managed to recover enough for the trip my godfather was so insistent we take together.
My godfather must be out of his mind, leaving Denner and me to close a billion-dollar contract together.
“Wake up, Briana, what the hell world are you living in? We're here,” he says in his usual rough and rude manner, pulling me out of my thoughts.
When I look out the car window, I see the powerful and imposing Bellagio in fr
