CHAPTER 89

MISS GENEVIEVE 'S P O V

TWO HOURS A GO.

When I received a call from Madame Browne from Browne, I knew it wasn't going be good news. It never was and would evidently never be. She always reached out just when she needed you the most and she spared no freaking' excuses.

She had a way of having her way. She'd remind you of your most vulnerable moments and slam her expectations at you to make your insecurities boil. People like Madame Browne were inevitable, unable to not come across in one's lifetime.

And people like me were mostly their prey. As I stepped out from the elevator to her floor, I saw her assistant shuffling behind me. “Good morning Mis Genevieve.”

"How's Mr Allen and—" He was about continuing when in interrupted, "We're divorced." I interrupted firmly, my feet strutting deeper into the almost endless hallways.

"I'm sorry fot your—" He bickered and was about finishing when I interrupted again, but this time with a firm authority laced in my tone, "I'm not here for this littl