Bab 139: Mr Kingsley- My Father

Ella POV:

"Nothing. Oh, thanks, guys… I think it's starting. Catch you later." I waved them off, plastering on a smile that I prayed looked convincing, brushing past Jason, Dylan, and Max as casually as I could manage. My voice didn't betray the storm brewing inside me, but my legs felt like jelly. I made my way to my allocated seat, my thoughts racing as I sat down.

Great. Now what am I supposed to do?

The noise of the crowd buzzed around me, but it felt distant, muffled by the storm brewing in my head. My fingers instinctively reached for my phone as I sank into the chair, away from their watchful eyes. This was bad—very, very bad. I dialed Jake, the CEO of Black Enterprise, my heart pounding in tandem with each ring.

When he picked up, I didn't even give him a chance to greet me.

"Miss Kingsley, I wasn't expecting your call—"

"Jake, what the hell is going on?" I hissed.