Chapter 16

Annabelle POV.

When the knock came on my door this morning, I hadn't expected to see flowers, wine and an apology note from Charles. After the events of last night, I had researched meg, and to my disappointment, discovered she wasn't an agent or anything, just a waitress. It only meant one thing, Charles was just a fucker. And I didn't know why, but it made me see the gravity of my failures. If Charles could be swayed by a simple waitress, then I didn't do my job well.

It got me pissed.