I couldn't get my mind off Ava. I spent the day reviewing the security footage of my company. Five hours of useless videos before she finally came, and then her with Maya Angelou.
I viewed the photos I received too, and it seems that she's trying to revive her father's company.
Shit! I sighed when I realized I was at it again—stalking her perfectly. this time from a far distance. I don't know when this will all end, but it has already become an addiction for me. I want to see her face every day and know what she did and what she's up to.
Ava might have thought that it was her father who pulled strings for her to work at ChickVogues Designs.
I had to immediately employ her once I saw her application profile. At least I could know what she does during the day before I go back to the house to see her.
That cycle has been like that, as if my life revolves around her. It does, really.
