new

her heart had shattered into tiny, irretrievable pieces. It was as if th

behind like an unwelcome pest, an a

who could listen to her, someone who could treat her with the resp

nt. She had seen the fear flicker in Lara's eyes just before she bo

ed at Sophia, twisting in her mind as she tried to pi

red, heavy with implications, as she re

could cause such a reaction? The weight of uncertainty

o leave the room. She pushed herself up from the chair, its

st, as if the weight of her unanswe

ettled in once more, a stark reminder of the emotional chasm th

saw made her smile to herself. As always, she is a stunning beauty to behold. Sophia grabbed her handbag making her way to the door. Which she opened and closed gently behind her. As she walked elegantly towards the stairs. She looked forward to making things right at the company. Sophia was fueled with a strong desire to work harder. She doesn't give a damn if the Drake family likes her or not, she was here for a purpose which is to clear her father's name. If she continues to feel sad about her ordeal in the mansion, then it will hinder her progress. She focused her mind on going to work. The moment she stepped outside, Sophia went cold. And her face turned white. The confidence drained out of her, replaced by a sudden, sinking feeling. She slapped her temple with the palm of her hand. "Damn it!" She muttered to herself . The realization hit her like a physical blow. She had left her car at her apartment. How will she get to work? Ever since she had married Adrian, she had not driven her own car. She had been chauffered everywhere, a silent ornamental passenger. The keys to her car were tucked away in a drawer at her old apartment, a place that now felt like a distant memory. Her almond shaped eyes scanned the expansive ground of the mansion. Several exotic cars were packed in different places. Gleaming under the morning sun. There was the sleek black sports car Adrian drives on weekend, the elegant silver sedan, and a few others she barely recognized. The worst of it all, she doesn't have access to them. She was running late. Time was slipping away, and Sophia felt a sense of urgency pressing against her. She knew she had to be early for work, especially today. Just then, she caught sight of the chauffeur emerging from a section of the mansion close to the staff quarters. To her surprise, he was the youngest employee she had on her team. She had always noted this, but it struck her again how he seeme