Chapter Sixty Nine

I push up from the seat stiffly, my mouth set into a hard line.

"Let's talk outside". I say coldly to Baxter who's still seated in front of me. He looks at me plainly but I don't even wait around for him. The media team are busy giving each other back pats when I push my way through them, expression cold and unwelcome. It's a good thing none of them has attempted to speak to me after the interview. I'm this close to losing it. I walk out of the studio room and out into the hallway and almost instantaneously, the door opens behind me and Baxter steps out too.

"Let's go grab a coffee". He says. He turns to go but I don't have time to waste on him or his watery attempt of stalling.

"I'd like to talk now". I say stiffly. He raises a brow at me and I'm just about to say something again when I hear a voice from behind me.

"Miss Webster?". I stiffen. Slowly, I turn around to see Alex's driver. He's dressed in his usual suit uniform and he stares at me grimly. I swallow nervously, he's