Vanessa
Slamming the door behind me, I instantly headed straight down the stairs and towards the main entrance of the mansion, my footsteps quick and heavy against the polished floors.
Typing away on my phone, I informed the security agents that I wanted to leave since they were the ones that would arrange for the cars and bodyguards.
Still very much annoyed, I also went ahead and sent a message to Adam for us to meet, my fingers moving faster than usual, even as he sent me an address in turn.
It was a park.
Public.
Crowded enough.
Clearly, he didn't trust me—which was good, since I didn't trust him either. I just needed to use him to escape.
My conversation with Carmen played over and over again in my mind, each word replaying vividly enough to infuriate me even more.
Making it clear that I was a prisoner.
And with the money I received, I had no choice but to do as they said.
