(Arata)
I had opted for flared jeans, pumps and a laced top for travelling. Karsten had informed me that we would be checking into a hotel, meeting his family for dinner at that hotel and spending the weekend at his mother's villa.
So I had plenty of time to get ready. The cold devil I called boss was, as usual, in a black button-up and dress pants. Today he had Rayben's on and that damn cologne of his hit me in full force as I settled beside him and greeted.
"Good evening, Sir."
The head of the snake tattoo sneaked out of his shirt and seemed to be directly hissing at me.
"Evening and call me Karsten when we are alone so you get accustomed to it while we reach Sparia," he instructed as the car began to move.
Sparia was about an hour's flight from Marica City. The cultural roots were thick and people spoke Spanish. Karsten's family was from there and held a high status as far as I had learnt. Not much was publicly known about the Chevalier family.
"Alright."
