For a few weeks, the prince continued to push her with work. His rudeness escalated to gear one and as tantrummy as he was, his dummy spits always had her running and hiding. As she walked down the hallway that led to their office, she wondered what the day held in store for her.
As it was, she was sleep-deprived, love and attention-deprived. She needed a break. She had been working for almost four months now, and neither of her plans were forthcoming. She opened her office and stood at the door for a moment. The now familiar wide view of the highway faced her. She could just stand there forever and pretend that all was well. But pretending wasn't something she knew how to do. She wasn't a realist, but she liked dealing with things the way they were.
