#Chapter 220: Boss bitch

Fiona Dear Conrad, I typed into the email draft window. And then I was stuck for a while, staring at a blinking cursor on the screen. I’d finally managed to hit reply on that email from my old boss, but getting an actual message typed out was harder to do. Alexander had received a call from Conrad while he and I were having lunch. Apparently there was a situation that required an emergency meeting with their company lawyers, and Conrad asked if Alex could join. He of course left for the city right away, with a promise to return to the palace by sundown. That got me thinking about Conrad again, and the email he’d sent me. I just could not handle having it looming over me any longer. The lack of closure, the knowing that he may be waiting for my response and wondering about it… it was bugging me, living rent-free in my mind. So I decided just to reply. I envisioned sending a brief, professional response that closed the loop but didn’t get too deep into the personal subtext. Thank