Rachel Foster struggled to open her eyes, her head pounding like a drum. She felt feverish, her body heavy and weak. Leaning against the headboard, she realized she might have caught a fever. The previous night on the balcony had taken a toll on her health more than she had anticipated.
She tried to stand, but her legs gave way as soon as her feet touched the floor. Fortunately, she managed to steady herself against the nightstand. Sitting back on the edge of the bed, she picked up her phone to check the time. It was already nine o'clock.
She was supposed to be at work, but now she was late. The company hadn't called, likely because of her connection with Kingsly Scott. Since the media had exposed their relationship, she had some flexibility with her work hours.
