Billionaire Boss Protector

Clutching my purse, I march back toward the black Mercedes Maybach

waiting at the entrance of the cemetery. It’s only about three in the

afternoon, but the clouds have turned gray suddenly without warning, the

moisture in the air growing heavier each second, causing the world to turn dark

and dank all around me. Pressing my eyes closed, I flinch, rooted on the spot

when a sharp streak of lightning cuts across the sky, followed by a rumble of

thunder. Biting my bottom lip, I swallow my tears.