Morana's Point Of View
The next morning, I woke up with an irritated sigh.
I had barely gotten any sleep, my mind replaying the infuriating conversation with Davian over and over again. His arrogance knew no bounds. But what pissed me off the most was the fact that he thought he still had a hold on me. As if I was some lovesick fool clinging to the past.
Pathetic.
I pushed myself off the bed and checked my phone.
8:45 AM.
I groaned when I saw the unread messages from Sebastian, reminding me of the meeting he had scheduled for me with the CEO of Bridges & Co. A company that was already halfway buried in the ground, yet for some reason, I was supposed to model for them.
Not my problem.
I took my time getting ready, choosing to wear a sleek black power suit that accentuated every curve. If I was going to be forced into this nonsense, I might as well show up looking like I owned the damn place.
By the time I finally arrived at the venue, I was thirty minutes late.
