Chapter 15

Madison rubbed her hands up and down uncomfortably, as she sat in a couch in Alvarez's living room.

Although Alvarez and his wife had been trying their best to make her feel more comfortable, she still couldn't help but feel like some sort of intruder.

Earlier today, she had calculated all the cash she had left with her and it hadn't amounted to even half of what she could manage at all. It wasn't enough to feed her for a week, or transport her to any far distances not that she even knew any place in New York at all.

She had considered options she had, which included getting a job, but after the media incident, and the fact that she had been painted in such a bad light she doubted if she could show her face in public again.

Even if she did would anyone be willing to hire her? She was so tired of living like some kind of fugitive.

All because she had accidentally spilled drinks on a two-thousand dollar dress and…

She was so lost in tho