Chapter 146

• Uche's assistant started on the road, so I shut my eyes tiredly. I just thought of how Uche didn't answer my question about whether he hated me. He just avoided the whole thing. Was Nick right? Did he really hate me?
• My chest tightened as I rested my head against the comfortable headrest. He surely wouldn't be giving me a ride if he hated me though, would he? Well, he would. He's kind. Or he used to be. I can't really tell now.
• "Am I driving to your place now, sir?" I heard his assistant asked.