An interview to die for… if you’re a hands-on type? Starting just with her Mum and her best friend Simone some 4 years ago, it was now time to increase her sales staff, which, in reality, was just her. Constantly...
Previous Chapter Chapter Two: Interlude I lay on the bed, my mask pulled tight and my vision cut off. With a start, I feel the bed move and my heart starts to race. My beautiful four-poster carriage is being wheeled...
“Now. You’ll stay there until I decide otherwise.” The words echoed in her ears still. He’d sounded calm, almost bored, but she could hear the underlying irritation. She knew she shouldn’t have done it… They’d just been holed up...