Chapter 283

[Delilah]

My father thinks he can control me.

"Delilah," he called the day after I arrived in LA. "I am sending your instructions by courier."

A package arrived with an itinerary. I immediately threw it out.

Another itinerary was emailed to me. Then texted. "Make sure you make it to the interview on time," the message read.

I made it to the interview with minutes to spare, my hair in a sloppy bun and my shoes thoroughly scruffed. I refused to buy the car my father imposed on me, trading it in and using the money to buy a very nice bike. Bicycles are not meant to be ridden in pumps.

Not that it mattered. My father already ensured that I'd get the job. A job where I look so much like my predecessor that the interviewer thought it was a joke.

"Sydney? Where have you been? You do realize you are interviewing for your old job? Right?"

I made sure she understood immediately that I was not Sydney Bryant. "We're related," I grinned as an explanation.

"Well you come with the highest recomm