Chapter 66

• Marilyn's POV
• Lorenzo was going to be expecting a response from me in the later evenings. He walked into my office from time to time, pretending that he was looking for something important. When he had walked in for the last time, he begged me to allow him to take me home, "Why don't we just meet back at my place? After all, I have my own car," I asked.
• "Then drive home right now and book a cab back here," he suggested. "Mr Underwood...that's absurd, it's an hour before clock-out time."