CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
I dialed my agent’s number, my fingers trembling. I was fuming with anger. How could my own boss be the one to leak about my past without even informing me about it? I was comfortable with people knowing less about it but all it took was a matter of two days before everything else went downhill. There was a reason I liked my life subtle. My past wasn’t pretty and neither did I want to be reminded of it. I wasn’t running away from it. No. I just preferred locked away in past so I could focus on my future and who I wanted to be. I hadn’t logged into any of my social media accounts but I could just imagine how far much worse it could get. Maybe I was overthinking but there was probably a decline in the number of followers and perhaps negative comments under my pictures.
