25. Having Fun

Of course, I don't have a choice in the matter, like everything else.

I'm forced to tag along with Igor to this inauguration that I don't want to go to. My energy is on the ground and what I need is sleep, but it seems like he has other plans. He wants to overwork me, perhaps until I beg him to stop.

That's too bad because I won't. I'll do no such thing.

I've come this far, so I can go further. I can do this to prove a point and besides, I'm not that sleep-deprived. I can hold out longer. Much longer, actually. If proving him wrong and disappointing him is the end result, then I'm happy.

We're in the car together and he's smoking a cigarette. He's dressed more casually than I've ever seen him—there is a plain black shirt beneath his blazer, and it's unbuttoned. It shows that he's wearing a golden chain with a cross. His hair isn't brushed back the way it usually is. It's more shaggy and...casual.

I'm in a short black dress and strappy heels. It's the only appropriate dress I brought a