It was 7:00 a.m. in the morning, and the day was foggy.
Aria got into the cab, already on her way, in a rush. But not to work.
To school. Her heart thudded loudly; she could swear the driver could hear it.
She didn’t know when she had grown to have an atom of fear for that man, Asher.
Not fear per se; reluctance to provoke him.
But she had to go to school; apparently, she had a class and even a presentation by 8:00 a.m. that morning.
She had no freaking idea.
That’s what being an intern causes – an intern who is a secretary.
When did that ever happen?
She couldn’t miss that, no matter how badly she wanted to avoid making him angry.
And the punishment he spoke about…
She looked at the road ahead, wishing she could instantly appear at her school or rather have the knowledg
