40. Young master

Abigail Hayes

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I was starting to get used to the elite social circle seeing as I was attending their events a lot. When I started working for George, I never imagined attending these events with him. I understood helping to prepare for such events but attending? He had a wife.

When I stopped working for him, I didn’t think I’d be back attending them but a momentary burst of spontaneity had me walking into a very fancy house with Patrick James.

I didn’t know what possessed me to say yes to him. It was George. It had to be. Whenever he was around me, I made silly decisions without caring about the consequences. I could only hope he wasn’t part of the so-called close-knit friends.

“Have I told you you look stunning today?” Patrick leaned closer to whisper as we entered the living room. Apparently, they had already started but the living room was empty.

“Only about fifteen times,” I responded. He had picked me up from my apartment and couldn’t stop telling me how pretty I looked. I wa