Duvalier.
"You were really hard on that girl by firing her like that, don't you think?" Anna asked, her voice laced with concern, as she crossed her arms over her chest. I had just stepped out of a cold shower, trying to wash away the exhaustion from my recent trip. With important business to attend to, I needed to stay focused.
"No, not at all. What was Fiona thinking of when she hired that girl? Doesn't she know who she is?" I replied curtly, making my way towards the dressing room. Anna followed closely behind, her curiosity evident in her eyes.
"I still don't get it," she persisted, seeking an explanation. I paused, turning to face her. I knew she was aware of the truth, just as everyone else was. It was time to take a journey down memory lane, to a time when I was young and reckles
