CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

There were a lot of reasons why I felt the need to write my resignation and send it to BlackBrick. For starters, Paula might decide to pick up where we left off yesterday. What if she still held them against me? I dreaded seeing her just as much as I dreaded running into Andre again, but Darby would not have it my way.

She sat on my bed and watched me like a hawk while I dressed. She had been the one to pull me from bed this morning, drag me into the bathroom, and talk me into preparing for work. More like threaten, I thought.

I had reminded her of the saying, You can take a horse to a river, but you can never force it to drink, and she almost bit my head off. Apparently, she could force this horse to do anything. I rolled my eyes and tucked my shirt into the trousers.

Darby stood from the bed and looked me over and smiled. “Good.” She commended.

She grabbed my bag from the bed and plastered it on my chest. “There you go. Don’t get so easily fazed.” Her eyes strayed to the twins w