Run.
Instead of doing just that, my legs lock and I couldn’t move even if I tried. I spot Moses, Jonathan’s driver, smoking in front of his car.
I don’t think about it as I half-jog in the direction of the Mercedes, open the back door, and slide in.
A breath heaves out of me the minute I’m out of the open. She can’t find me in here.
They can’t find me.
Despite that, I stare out of the tinted windows, making sure no one followed me.
“Good evening, Ms Harper.”
I yelp, my hand clutching my heart at the voice coming from my right.
Harris sits beside me, his tablet in hand as usual. He’s wearing a shirt tucked into his trousers with his jacket lying beside him.
He adjusts his glasses with his index and middle finger. “I apologise for startling you.”
“What…” I clear my throat. “What are you doing here?”
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”
“I meant, what are you doing outside of the charity event? And since you’re here, shouldn’t you go inside?”
“No. This event wasn’t on the schedule. I’m preparing a draft for a meeting that we’re going to have with our Chinese partners in a few hours.”
I frown. “Then why isn’t Jonathan with you?”
“That’s my question, Ms Harper. He insisted to come here instead of preparing for the meeting.”
Oh.
Is it because Ethan is attending? Or maybe it’s because of me?
Don’t even think about it, Aurora.
An awkward silence falls over the car as Harris focuses back on his tablet. I squirm and wince when my arse burns, remembering my lack of underwear since the tyrant, Jonathan, confiscated it.
Instead of thinking about that, I tilt my head to study Harris. He must be somewhere in his thirties. Always clean-shaven, prim, proper, and with a snobbish nose that he uses to judge everyone.
“How long have you been working with Jonathan?”
“Around ten years,” he says without lifting his head.
“That’s a long time.”
“Probably.”
“Do you like working for him?”
“Yes. He’s efficient.”
“Efficient?”
“Gets things done no matter what the method.”
“There’s another word for that — brutal.”