Chapter 20: W For Wonderful
By the time Abigail finished the last of Genevieve's assignments, the sun had already climbed high into the sky.
Her fingers ached, her head felt heavy, and exhaustion clung to her, making her limbs weak.
She sat back in her chair, rolling her stiff shoulders, barely able to keep her eyes open. Just as she was about to shut the laptop, the door swung open, and Genevieve sauntered in, fully dressed and ready to leave.
"I hope you're done," Genevieve said, her tone impatient and laced with expectation.
Abigail didn't bother responding with her phone. Instead, she turned the laptop toward Genevieve, who leaned in, pretending to inspect the screen with a frown of deep concentration.
Abigail watched her with tired amusement. It was obvious Genevieve didn't understand a word of what she was looking at, but she still made a show of scanning through it as if she had any intention of actually studying the work Abigail had done.
"Hmm," Genevieve mused, nodding like a professor reviewing a thesis. Then she straightened and turned to Abigail. "Good. Get my luggage and handbag from the room and bring them to the car."
Without waiting for a response, she grabbed the laptop and walked out, leaving Abigail staring at the empty space where she had stood.
A sigh slipped past Abigail's lips, but she didn't let it linger. She was too tired to get upset. At least Genevieve would be out of her hair now.
Dragging herself to her feet, she went to Genevieve's room and did as she was told.
The driver was already waiting by the car, and Genevieve was seated in the backseat, tapping away on her phone.