I had to resist the urge not to hide my boxes from the moving men. But fighting the instinct to revolt was becoming a daily battle.
It wasn’t like I had the opportunity to protest either; James dragged me into the chauffeured car before I had time to contemplate.
The car was beautiful, but it had come from Douglas. It was one from his fleet. There were ma…
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