CARA’s POV.
My eyes finally trails over the curtains on the window and then the silver clock on the wall which reminds me of how I have spent a hour and few minutes seated in the sitting room of the woman Victoria wanted to see badly and even after an assurance from one of her workers that she would be with me shortly I still haven’t seen even her shadow.
I feel my legs shake against each other involuntarily as I begin to look at my wrist watch multiple times.
“I am not this patient.” I murmur as I take out my phone to while away time.
“I am sorry to keep you waiting. I had to complete my schedule before coming to see you. Why are you here?” She asks as she sits.
“Well good afternoon, Ma’am. I am Cara, a senior prosecutor but today I am not here as a prosecutor. I am here as a frien
