Although her spirits were low because she was trending for all the wrong reasons one could think of, the young woman held her head high. In a blink of an eye Cassandra Robinson had transitioned from being the nation's darling to the most disliked person especially on the socials where trolls were having a field day.
When she left the house, she called Salazar whose phone was still switched off, she wished she had an idea about the location of his residence, they only met at hotels to fuck and other fun places like night clubs but for some reason he kept changing the topic each time she brought up the topic of her visiting him.
Over whelmed by distress, she deviated from the road and parked on the side. Leaning forward she placed her head on the steering wheel and sobbed for a short while. The poor woman felt ashamed and embarassed, her deceptive out ward appearance couldn't display the terror and mortification she had that was consuming her on the inside.
