THREE WEEKS LATER
LEXI
“Ready?” Danny asks as the elevator glides to a stop.
“Yes.” I say nervously and look at the two men in the elevator with us. They are supposed to be protecting me up here. Those are dad's orders so I can’t go against them.
It’s been three whole weeks after the incident. Was discharged one week ago but couldn’t deal with work so I had to stay home. By home I mean our new apartment. Dad insisted on getting us one and we moved. It has twenty four hours protection system and everything we need.
There is a help at our beck and call. I now have a new car; a Ferrari. Did I expect anything less from Reynolds? No. He is being the protective dad he was. I’m still his baby. Always his little girl and he will go to any extent to spoil me. Especially after the fateful inci
