The alarm clock by my bed stand woke me up, it was another boring day i hit the alarm clock to shut it up, I dragged myself up from bed. just then my phone rang(......) I immediately picked it up.
"Mr. Jordan would like to speak to you".
thats odd i have never heard of this name before, but he has the same surname as me, could it be?
"who is Mr.jordan?"
"Your father, miss Cassandra"
wow they even know the name my mum gave me.
"Text me the Address".
YESTERDAY 11:00PM
"I dont understand you cassie how did you get so drunk"
"relax Zylith I will be fine, its weekend tomorrow, no work", I staggered a little as I work on the rough floors of Johannesburg, like a really drunk lady, but zylith never knew that I was just really freaking tired of this...