Chapter 9
Lyra
Saturday arrived, and so did February, the so-called month of love. While couples everywhere were making plans for romantic dinners and weekend getaways, my only romance was with the paycheck I’d received the day before. It was small—just two weeks’ wages—but it was mine, and the pride of earning it made me feel unstoppable.
To celebrate, I treated myself to a hearty English breakfast at a quaint little café nearby. Eggs, sausage, beans, toast, and tea—simple, cozy, and satisfying. After calling Mom to share the good news, I headed back to my small apartment to get ready for the meeting at Mr Lennox's place.
The address Anthony had sent sat neatly folded on my desk, and I stared at it for a second before reminding myself to focus. “Okay, Lyra. First big impression at the
