Meanwhile, Lucinda was still so sore from last night.
She winced as she walked along the path on the side of the house and made her way to the garage.
Out of the blue, she sneezed twice.
âWho could be talking about me behind my back?â she wondered.
Her driver for today, Abel, looked at her worriedly.
âItâs been getting really cold lately.
Could you have caught a cold?
Lucinda shook her head.
âNo, no, Iâm fine.
Butâ¦â
âBut what?â Abel pressed.
She slowed down and thought it over carefully.
âI felt a chill run down my spine just now.
Thatâs a bad omen! I think something big is going to happen today!â
Abel was rendered speechless.
Since when did his boss become so superstitious?
âMiss Simmons, donât overthink this.
You mustâve just caught a cold.
Why donât you take the day off and get some rest?â
But Lucinda shook her head.
Just as soon as the two were about to enter the garage, Nathanâs car sped over and stopped right in front of them.
Then Nathan stepped out of the driverâs seat with a face as cold as i
ce, his eyes blazing with anger.
Lucinda looked at him, baffled.
âDidnât you leave for work earlier?
Why are you back already?â
Without saying a word, he walked up to her, bent down, and then hoisted her over his shoulder.
âWhat the-? What on earth are you doing?â
Nathan replied icily, âIâm taking you home.
We need to talk.
â
âBut I have work! Todayâs crucial!â
But the man kept on walking with her hoisted over his shoulder.