CHAPTER THIRTEEN

I guess nothing can prepare me for Grant's fury. Picking a fight with him will only result in me getting hurt anyway- Muna

MUNA

I woke up the next morning in an unfamiliar room. The pink walls and lilac coloured bedsheets was something I definitely disapproved of.

Grant knew that I wasn't the girly type who favoured pink or purple, so I'm sure he designed this room this way just to piss me off, which he clearly succeeded at.

Every single item was either in pink or purple. I touched my head, trying to remember what exactly happened yesterday.

I remembered the terrible migraine that gave me signals while I was talking with Mr Flint and Mr Moore.

I had always suffered from migraines, ranging from mild to terrible ones. Yesterday's episode fell under the category of the latter, it started about a year ago. I had an episode at least twice every month.

Yesterday was the worst so far, I had felt as though drumsticks were being used on my head. I know I was at the office lying on Grant's co