DEVON
Today was a Sunday, and I had no meetings, no calls, no emails and no work to attend in urgency. For the past week, I burned myself to get done with all the pending work that had piled up during my short stay at Swindon.
I thought of calling an urgent meeting of our team of lawyers to deal with the new trouble Elena had created, but Christine took that responsibility on her shoulders, saying I needed rest or I would fall sick.
Naive Christine! She didn't know that a week of stress couldn't do any damage to me when I have been living like that for years now.
Nonetheless, I was glad to have some time for myself. After I left the villa after that fight with dad, I didn't go back.
I chose to stay at my safe escape, my lonely place, my world of darkness, my penthouse!
It was the first thing that I had bought for myself with the money I earned. And no... I didn't earn that money by working for my father.
It was a long story and one may find it boring and too sad to hear.
