"No."
His face falls in disappointment, and with a shake of his head, he turns on a heel and walks out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him. I pull the covers up higher around my neck and allow one tear to fall. It's stupid, but I can't help it.
I worry that I'm having a breakdown or that my body is breaking. I had such big plans after college, yet so quickly I lost myself to Vincent. The only chance I had to survive is if I'd run the first day after the interview. Instead I made excuses about my career and forced myself to stay.
For him.
Now I'm stuck halfway in his world and the only thing I have to show for it is a week of marketing training and a broken heart I'm not sure will ever heal. I'm not rich girl material. I don't belong in this world.
Hell, I wasn't even a decent assistant.