Chanel POV
What goes up must come down.
Fast. And it was happening to me.
I can’t believe what had just happened the last few weeks. It was May, almost the end of academic year.
First, Lindsay had filed for divorce. Dad sent me a message one Monday afternoon telling me that he wants to see me before he goes to Portland. I was alarmed with the tone of his text. I asked Martin, my drive/bodyguard, to bring me to a café where I will be meeting dad. Alex is out of the country anyway, so I do not have to go home right away.
“But, Miss Chanel, I am only tasked to bring you to school and back to your apartment.” Said Martin.
“Um. Okay. Drop me off the apartment please. I’ll just take a taxi from there.” I asked.
“Miss Chanel…”
“Martin, I need to see my dad. This might be the last time I’
