For the past week, I’d been overly excited to see Declan, ecstatic even. Today, however, was a different story. I dreaded it.
The meeting with Declan was by 9am, so Miranda asked me to go right there and not bother going to the office first. That was just what I needed, because I didn’t need to see her smug, evil face again telling me, do this Leah, do that Leah, follow Declan around Leah. I was sick of it.
I pulled out a black pant suit, wanting to look cold and distant, a look Miranda perfected. I guess I was becoming her after all. The low bun suited my mood perfectly, and I’d decided to not wear any makeup.
The cab ride to Declan’s company was slow and long. I wished it was longer, but eventually, we slowed to a stop, and it was time for me to face him.