Chapter 93

I get bogged down with work and end up with a headache from hell before heading home. It’s been a stressful first day back, and now, more than ever, I hate his absence. We’re a team; we work on all this crap together and do it well. I’ve never had to take over single-handedly, and I don’t like it anymore. I’m angry at him for making me do this, mad at how my emotions are up and down, and I can’t stick to hating him or missing him.

I know it’s part of my job, and I know I’m capable, but I detest it. I know more about the Carrero empire than I could have imagined; I’ve so many staff at my fingertips that it’s terrifying. I constantly converse with lawyers, security, HR, and other crazily-titled employees, and sometimes I wonder how my head hasn’t self-imploded. I’m only twenty-six, and having so much resting on my shoulders is a considerable achievement. I know I’m good at what I do, but still…

Why the hell did I have to find my calling at the side of a complete asshole na