ALANTwo weeks later.
“It’s past nine already, why isn’t she here?” I asked my chief of staff. Stella.
“She locked her doors, sir.”
“Then use the keys”.
“With a table sir?” I scoffed, she was something else, I think back to last night when she blurted out how she felt. Watching people break has always been something that I loved but with her? It’s the opposite.
“And you are here doing what? Are you in charge of me?” I questioned Stella. She ran up the stairs.
After ten minutes she came downstairs, she had her hair down as always, and she had on a gown, a simple one- nothing that showed that she was married to me. I rolled my eyes at his hard effort to face reality.
She avoided my eyes as she sat down on the couch.
“Stella!” She looked over to Stella who was equally scared. S
