Nostalgia

My office is really big. I have a computer and a huge desk and a rolling chair. Honestly, I’m kind of super excited to do something in there, but I don’t have the chance to.

I have an assistant, her name is Lucia, and she told me she’s going to be handling everything while I learn and get used to things. Then she spent the rest of the days filling me in on office gossip and introducing me one-on-one with every single one of the employees.

To be honest, it’s a little embarrassing to be so obviously a nepo baby, but what can I do about it? It’s not like life is fair. So, all I can do is be nice to them and make sure this is not a horrible working environment under my jurisdiction.

As soon as Lucia tells me I’m allowed to leave, I get on my car and Roger drives me to my apartment so I can get Chocolate and then straight to the Carrington house. The house I fled at seventeen, hurt and confused and disgusted with myself.

I take a long time getting out of the car because I’m preparing