She woke up to the bright sunlight peeking through the big window. Anne checked the time- it was a little after twelve. She turned to her side to discover the bed empty. Devon had left after... "oh, god," she muttered and rubbed her temples. She got up, brushed her teeth intentionally slowly for the one sole reason, the thing she'd been trying not to think of, but knew she had to finally admit- her and Devon needed to talk. He'd told her last night they needed to sit down and really discuss what was going on between them, but what Anne had to done was just to ask him to leave. She packed her bags and headed for the elevator. What was she thinking- that she could avoid him till... till when? The driver was waiting for downstairs. "Hello, Miss Anne. Are you ready?"
He smiled and took he
