Chapter Eighty-Eight

Shannon’s POV

The next morning, I hurriedly left my room as I made my way to the triplet’s wing in the mansion.

Ricky had decided to pacify his father before he noticed something was amiss and in order to keep me in line, he had appointed me as his personal assistant for a short period.

I wasn’t in the mood for one of his tantrums so I had decided to skip breakfast for the first time in a long while now.

I didn’t know how they were going to come back from the last ugly fight that we had but I didn’t want to think about it.

Not right now, not when I was mildly pissed at all three of them for taking out their frustration on me.

I didn’t know how we were going to act cordially, but I was going to try at the very least.

“You look like someone broke your heart,” Tracey said as she managed to sneak into the room before the door closed.

Tracey was the logistic coordinator in handling their business and she was fast becoming a good friend of mine.

She was holding a cup of coffee in on