CHAPTER 9

“Where are we going?” I asked a pissed off looking Russell who hadn’t taken his eyes from the road for even one second ever since he started driving.

He was gripping the steering wheel so tightly that I feared he might crack, or worse break it. Also, with the way his knuckles were turning white from the lack of blood flow, I desperately wanted to reach out and ease them back to normal, but given his current mood, I didn’t think he would appreciate the gesture very much.

More so, I wanted to make him feel better, but for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out why he was so damn pissed off.

“How did you know I was here?” I asked, trying a different question since he had refused to answer my first one.

“I followed you from the office.” He replied nonchalant as if that was a normal behaviour that usually occurred between staff and their employers. For a full one minute after his reply, I sat there in silence, waiting for him to elaborate because surely there had to be some sort of explanat