I was getting ready to resume work on Monday. The bruises on my body were almost gone. I was fine enough to start working, only on the condition that Milo picks me up every morning and drive me back home. I had no choice than to accept that condition if I wanted to go back to work. The number of times I had missed work was alarming. I was sure the only reason I haven't been fired yet was because of Milo's influence. Everyone at the office must think that the management was being partial.
I had a honk and grabbed by hand bag, already knowing it was Milo.
"Well, good morning, beautiful," Milo greeted, grinning. He must be really enjoying his new duty as a chauffeur. I rolled my eyes at him amf got into the passenger's side of the car.
