207 A New Plan

"Why are you here?" She asked as she eyed Reagan, wearing crutches, sitting on a chair opposite her.

"You're flying high, Tiffany. You must be feeling confident that the people you are working with are treating you nicely…for now," he said, scoffing mockingly at her.

Tiffany clicked her tongue and tossed her hair to the side. She did not expect to find Reagan in front of her apartment when she got home from the university. He was right that the people she was working with were treating her nicely. She was earnings good money that she was able to move out from the dorm that she was sharing with another girl to her own apartment, so that she could focus on her studies.

She was able to get her own apartment, change her major without the knowledge of her parents—not because she was being secretive about it, it just that they didn't care about her to know those kinds of things about her life. They just put money on her account monthly and that was it.