By the time I woke up I remebered what happened yesterday. The part were Fabio slept near me was cold. I had to get used to that. I got up and took the long walk to the walk in closet which was 2 rooms away from mine.
I opened it and went to the ice glam vanity and I looked at the mirror.
Black mascara was smudged and mixed with my red lip gloss. I used makeup remover and re applied my makeup for work. Dark black mascara, rose matte Lipstick and I played with my phony ariana Grande type of hair extensions.
I work my sexy, boob- visible t-shirt with a short mini skirt and took my briefcase of documents. Today I was to meet a sexy murderer called Jayden West. Or so my best friend (the work gossiper) says.
She bugs me on an on about she is jealous I get such hot guy. I laughed at that joke. Like whatever.
I took the limo to work and went straight to the office.
"Hello Mrs Cerrus Blancè- Josè. You will have to meet and greet your client so you know what you are defending. He has no weapons with him so you have a choice. No guard or guard." Said my boss, Mr Archibald Holmes.
"I prefer no guard." I said with confidence.
He nodded as the security guards threw Jayden into the meeting room. I was frozen...