ARIELLE
I rested my chin on my palm, my eyes slowly moving over the numbers on the laptop screen.
It took me quite a while to get Angela to finally send me her expense reports, and now, I have to go through every cell in the spreadsheet, making sure the numbers align.
Half an hour into the task, I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes, feeling a huge wave of exhaustion wash over me.
I wasn't tired because of the work – I was drained because of all the annoying, nagging thoughts that kept flooding my brain, preventing me from staying focused.
My hands suddenly slid down to my stomach, a sickening feeling twisting my guts with an invisible grip.
He could have shot me. Mark Green was going to shoot me with his rifle. I could have been dead right now.
That crazy incident in the royal forest was a sign that I'd gotten far too arrogant. I thought I could stomach it all – push people to their limits without any consequences, but I was utterly wrong.
