Angel’s POV
It’s one o’ clock. My afternoons typically went by pretty fast, but today seemed to drag on. The clock only seeming to tick slower. It’s been a week since I had my indefinite leave at the firm—I am starting to realize that this is extremely bore some.
Facing at the mirror, a feeling of annoyance is consuming me as I looked at my swollen face from a blew that Mia gave me earlier. That witch! How dare her slap me!
A sudden rang from the doorbell caught my attention. I went outside of the bathroom and tried to check in the monitor and saw that it was Mina.
I opened the door and asked her. “What is it?”
“Mr. Primo called me, he said you should come to the Police station right now,” Mina answered.
I had a new phone and number, maybe that is why he contacted Mina instead of me.
