(CLOE'S POV)
I walk straight back to the room, and I don't care if Jericho would not go with me. I don't need him either. I can easily understand him if he will just suggest something that would calm me down. Something that would assure me that he can help me keep my home. Instead, he gave an ultimatum, that if ever I will leave this Villa, means that I'm cutting what we have? Why was he so unfair? Why do I need to choose between them and my home? Where will I end up if I lose it?
I don't care anymore. I don't need to be his girlfriend, and if ever he will be annoyed at me for this and fire me as his assistant, then, fine. I'm still young, and I want a better job somewhere. I had been working for myself almost all of my college days. So. I know that it won't be hard for me to lose a job.
