"I've told you everything I can remember. You know I've suffered a head injury... Mr. Hawthorne, I have no reason to lie to you."
Serena Hughes's voice was laced with a sob.
Facing Damian Hawthorne, she was both nervous and distraught.
'She had thought Mr. Hawthorne liked *her*, but in reality, the one Damian Hawthorne had always liked was Luna.'
Serena Hughes's fingers tightened, and her heart began to race.
'From now on, I am Luna.'
"I'll have my assistant take you home," Damian Hawthorne said without looking up, waving a dismissive hand at her.
Serena Hughes had wanted to mention going to her university that afternoon. Her lips parted, but she ultimately didn't dare say another word.
'Damian Hawthorne already suspects me. I can't push my luck.'
Serena Hughes gritted her teeth, turned, and left.
Damian Hawthorne glanced at his computer, where news about Cecilia Nathan and Hugo Grant was displayed on the screen.
