CHAPTER HUNDRED-TWO - What's Your Type?
Seraphina's POV
I didn't know what had happened yesterday because I had fallen asleep the moment my back touched the bed. It was probably satisfaction and exhaustion from my meeting with Neil.
I hadn't even shown Third my clothes or tried them out. Crawling out of bed, I noticed there was a note on my table. It was probably from Third; he was the only one I could trust to enter my room without being creepy. I probably wasn't even a woman to him, sadly.
"I'm joining Luther to Xexi?!" My hands dug into my hair. I should have been happy, but I really wanted to join the mafia instead.
How would I pay back the Lennons if I just worked for myself and took my company? "Right! I'll give them 40% of the next big deal I make as CEO."
I read through the other parts of the letter and nodded. Typical Percy. Yesterday must've pissed him off too, and now he had enrolled me in a posture and model class.
