There was a moment of silence between us. I continued to feel his gaze on me.
I still couldn't bring myself to look at him. I was scared to see the judgement in his face. In the socialite world I was viewed as a woman so crazy and jealous her husband kicked her out of the house. It's probably how he saw me as well.
I began to think of all the possible reasons he had come to see me. Was he going to say he had a problem with me working at the company?
"Jasmine…," he started. My body froze when he said my name. I knew he was going to ask the questions I feared he would ask. "May I ask where you're headed now?" he then asked me.
"I have to pick up my son from school and then go home," I informed him.
"You're going to pick him up on your own?" He asked me in disbelief.
"Yes," I slowly responded. Now he knew I didn't have a driver. I was feeling more and more embarrassed the more I talked to him.
