Chapter 18

• SIERRA
• I hummed to the pop music that was playing from my earbuds while I sliced an onion in the kitchen. Caroline was firmly against it but I had my say in the end. I was going to make tonight’s meal. I needed to do it anyway, Chairman Richard would be having dinner with us and I wanted to make a good impression on him. I was about to slice some peppers when I heard my name.
• “Miss Sierra,” the overly familiar voice called and my hands froze as I turned to my right. There he was standing by the door side. He had pulled off his suit jacket, easily making me conclude he had just returned from work. His eyes focused more on the onions I had just sliced as if he were looking for a flaw.