81. NO MORE DEATHS, PLEASE

KATERINA

I continued to check around for any sign of my staffs, at least one of them. Relief flooded my chest when I saw my head chef. We ran into each other's arms at the same time, the tears starting to roll down my cheeks now.

This was the first time I had ever initiated physical contact with them but the emotions were too much in that moment, and again, I guess I had gotten enough time to be able to train myself to actually relate with my staff and get over whatever PTSD or trauma Vincent had left me with over domestic workers.

When we pulled away, both crying now, I asked her about the others, "The drivers? Security? Cleaners? Is everyone fine? Please tell me everyone is fine…"

She nodded, and I felt like going on my knees right there just to cry and scream with gratefulness.

Two people had died from the fire incident at Vincent's company and it was my fault. I had not been able to get over that one yet.

If anyone had died in this house tonight because of me too, I knew I would