After my talk with Cassey, I let the cute girl depart.
As she said, while Prisca had her eyes on her craft, if she thought her assistant was hogging my attention, unwanted emotions could be birthed.
I didn't blame Prisca or see anything wrong with her feeling jealous, as it was already an established fact, never outshine or outdo your boss.
The statement held around the world, and I shouldn't expect it to differ, especially when it concerned two women.
The flight from Rome to France would take an hour and a half, and with Chiara grudgingly taking lessons from Prisca, I mounted my bed and closed my eyes.
I sought sleep, but as I lay there, with the sights of female bodies gone, I went into deep thought.
There was a lot for me to handle, really a lot.
It wasn't even a matter of delegation, as I had Denise and Nadia, who had other hands dealing with some of my shit.
