The following morning, Lilian was standing in front of the dressing mirror, adjusting the collar of her blouse when she heard it...
The low purr of a car engine pulling into her driveway.
A frown squeezed her satisfied face. It was just 7:30 AM and she hadn't ordered a car.
"Who is it?" She muttered, curiously as she walked to the window and peeked through the curtains.
A black luxury sedan sat in her driveway, gleaming in the morning sun. It was a kind of car that cost more than most people made in a year.
It was bigger, more imposing than the vehicle Victor had provided her.
"Cassandra Drayke!" That was who Lilian's head could think would be here by this hour with that kind of car since she knew Victor wouldn't show up without letting her know.
Well, she was wrong yet correct...
Lilian grabbed her bag and walked outside, the frown still plastered on her face as she walked.
The driver's door opened immediately, and a middle-aged man in a uniform stepped out.
