In conclusion, I felt weak, and needed food and rest.
Where the hell was that man!
BELLA
I stood in the middle of the apartment trying to recall everything that happened in my father’s office. Nothing made sense to me. We had lost the building, and now we had to move to Theo’s building. Which wasn’t actually a bad idea, but then again….my pride.
It meant we had to work together, with not just me in the company, but my father, and former co workers as well. The media was going to be telling this story for the next few months to come. This was humiliating! I could already see the headlines where they tagged me a broke heiress, and gold digger, and all sort of names.
Damn it!
This had not been the plan at all. It hadn’t. it was not going so well for me. With my dad having his own build
