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Aurora The fact that I’m cornered doesn’t mean I'll bow down or drop to my knees. It also doesn’t mean that I will needlessly provoke a much stronger opponent than me. My survival instinct has taught me to pick my battles and learn my worth. Just because I collapsed once doesn’t mean I will allow myself to be broken again. So tonight, I sent away Jonathan’s driver. I also didn’t give him a reason. I have no doubt his tyrant boss will not be pleased. I just hope he doesn’t take it out on him or something. It’s not a vain provocation. It’s my way to tell Jonathan with no words that he doesn’t get to order me around. I might be willing to do this, but it will be on my terms and my terms alone. I step out of my flat and lock the door. The cold air from the corridor creeps into my bones, despite the beige coat that I’m wearing over my black knee-length dress. The one I reserve for funerals. My face is makeup-free and I spent no effort in being presentable. Screw Jonathan. I’ll never get don