Diora
I lied.
And what I loathed more about this lie was I knew I was lying, yet I still lied. It was like saying that you weren't going to do something, but you still found yourself doing it because, somehow, you knew it was the right thing to do. Your stubborn will just wasn't willing to admit it.
I took a glance at the resignation letter neatly tucked into the brown envelope, swallowing tightly before tossing it into my Hermes bag that was on the passenger's seat.
My flawless reflection in the rearview mirror was a contrast to the turmoil I was feeling inside me. I seemed all snatched and put together with my hair pulled into a neat ponytail, and my bold matte makeup mirroring that of a woman on a mission.
That part was true, anyway. I had a mission to unravel the truth, even thoug
