TRISH POV
As soon as I saw Andrew's vehicle approached our office's lobby, I made sure he could easily see me...
I went to the edge of the stairs. The vehicle stopped in front of me, then Andrew reached for the door, pushed it open, and let me inside. Ordinarily, Andrew would go down from the car and assist me and assured my safety, however right at the moment, he couldn't do such because of the vehicles on queue. Therefore he just opened the door and reached me from the driver's seat.
He insisted to picked me up from work, and I agreed because I needed something from him. Was I bad for doing this? I guess not. I really wanted to escape his claws the soonest. I needed a shred of strong evidence. I would get those seating in one corner.
Aside from that, I would need to huggle for a cab
