Part of me just didn’t want to believe it, because it meant I was going to have to deal with Sabrina again. And I had hoped never to see her perfect face for the rest of my life.
The way things had ended between us, it was only natural that I felt this level of animosity—at least, that’s what I told myself.
"One other thing, August."
"Yes, sir?"
"I need you to see if you can track down Sabrina."
At the sound of her name, August’s eyes widened, and a flicker of anger crossed his face.
"Why?"
I stared at him, disbelief clearly written on my face. August never questioned my orders. He asked for clarification at times, but he never outright questioned me.
"Ella has heard from her… mysterious sources that Sabrina could become a problem for us in the election,"
