CHAPTER TWO
Summer
Ipack up my laptopwhilst keeping one eye on the clock.One minute.One minute until I’m out of here and I can go home.
My office had once been a small glass room that had a beautiful view looking out over the town.I kind of regret not using it as much as I could have.Now all I have is four walls, one of which has a door.I feel trapped in here, tethered to the building that is slowly sucking the life out of me.
Life is meant to be lived.
Not to feel trapped.
Not when the rules of society already have us on a leash.
But this...this is ten times worse.
I pick up my bag and stand as the door to my new office is pushed open.The she-devil herself walks in, her tight black pencil skirt clinging to her skinny frame, making her look starved.Her Botox makes her face look like she’s had an allergic reaction to something.
“Katherine, I’m just heading out,” I greet.
“No, you aren’t.I need you to compile a file on the land called Bluebird Meadows.I want background information on the new family that occupy the residence.I want whatever we can use against them, and on the land.”
My spine stiffens, but something inside of me warns me to keep my mouth closed about my connection.Because that land belongs to my cousins.
“Bluebird Meadows?”I ask, just to be sure I heard her right.
She glances up from her phone, her lip curling.“Yes, Summer.With our competitors planting those false allegations about me, we have lost some investors.Now we need to secure that land.”
“I...I don’t understand.Why would securing the land have anything to do with the investors?”
I’ve heard the rumours about Katherine.She can be ruthless.I’ve been warned by others in the building that she gets what she wants by any means necessary.People in the office are still talking about her little embezzlement arrest.Everyone believes she’s paid her way out of the charges.Before I started as her assistant, I was neutral.Now, I believe the bitch has done more than embezzle.
My cousins are still grieving the loss of their parents and grandparents.They don’t need to be inconvenienced by this.
Her nose scrunches up as she leans forward.“I pay you to do a job.Not to question me.Just do it.”
“I can do this from home,” I whisper, having no plans to do any of it.
“Did you finish up going through my emails and sorting them into spam, scrap and urgent piles?”
My heart sinks at her question because she gave me the impossible task of going through all her emails that I don’t think she’s opened since she was a teenager.I’ve never seen an inbox so full.And I have to read each and every single one to see what pile they belong in.
