The Billionaire's Good girl. Not.
My assistant, Tasha, rushed towards me.
“Is something the matter? You look pale” she said as she got to my side, trying to peek into the letter.
“No, everything’s fine,” I whispered. I wish I believed myself. ”It holds next weekend” I continued “At Abu Dhabi”
“That’s great, right? I’ve never been there before” she said with a small smile. I wish I could say the same, it was a cursed city to me.
“Yes, it’s beautiful” I cleared my throat.”Let’s get back to work.”