CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE
ROXANNE'S POV
I walked into the company in early morning pride. Edward had given me one of his cars, and had gotten a driver for me; someone to drive me to and from work. He had explained that it was for my safety, and I would've been damned if I had rejected the gift. The gift alone instilled me with courage that I didn't even think I ever had. The courage to lead and put people right in their place
"Good morning Dera" I greeted in a high-pitched tone, forcing the typing figure to notice my fancy turtleneck flare gown. The other workers equally used the opportunity to eye me, taking on my cheerful demeanor with saturated uncertainty.
