Ana's POV
Recently, when I wasn't hanging out with Preston, I'd been holed up in my room sketching designs.
That medicated patch Morris had given me was actually incredible. In no time, and my wrist barely ached anymore.
My hand still shook slightly when I gripped a pencil, but after some trial runs, I could manage decent drawings.
Once I finished the sketches, I shot Morris a text asking for the interview location and bolted out the door.
The second I stepped out of Collin Mansion, a sleek Bentley rolled up.
——
Aileen climbed out, barking orders at her driver to haul out an armload of gifts.
She planted herself in front of the mansion, eyeing those imposing doors with a satisfied smirk. It was only a matter of time before she'd be calling this place home.
——
Ana's POV
When I reached the spot Morris had texted me, I found him right away.
