Chapter Eighteen
Alice sat in her office, flipping through the pages of her diary for that week. After a minute, a startling realisation hit her. She checked the date again, and the colour drained from her face. Her contract was almost up—she only had four weeks left at Davenport Manor. Beautiful Davenport Manor and her dream job, and the dream men she’d been fooling around with for months. Her heart jolted uncomfortably, and she suddenly felt so sick she actually scrambled around under her desk for her bin.
She alternately gasped and dry heaved over the waste basket for a minute or so, until it became clear it was a false alarm. Heaving a sigh of relief, she grabbed the half empty bottle of water from her desk and drained it, before throwing it away. Sitting silently for a few minutes,
