Chapter Fourteen
At 10:15 Monday morning, Robin Miranda came to work looking like a drown cat. She didn’t say good morning, didn’t nod or even glance at her receptionist, strode into her office, and locked the door.
“b***h,” Laurie complained below her breath, opening her middle desk drawer and removing her I-Pad. She engaged the messenger and typed daddy. He wasn’t her real daddy. Her biological father had overdosed on Heroin, and her real daddy wouldn’t do what her new daddy did to her. Still, the man who bought her from her pimp, had gotten her clean, had hired a tutor to teach her what she needed to know, and made sure she got checked weekly for substance abuse. She’d be dead on the street like her mother, if her new daddy hadn’t intervened.
Sent from my I-Phone, appeared. Laurie, h
