It was 5am when Sabrina De Lacey was dropped off outside her trust fund purchased Chelsea townhouse. The sky was getting lighter but she still looked around her cautiously before unlocking her front door
There was five hours to spare before the morning debrief and her inevitable bollocking by Charles Aldenreich and the Director. Getting at least a couple of hours rest seemed like a good idea.
Since working for the group, Sabrina had become used to sleeping and working in shifts and could often catch a couple of hours of shuteye in at any time of day.
As a teenager she had always been a night owl, sneaking out of her dorm room at boarding school to attend parties and meet-ups until the early hours then catching up on catnaps during the lessons with the more lenient teachers when she knew she could get away with handing in another girl’s work.
She stripped off the low cut top and micro skirt which she had worn to the club and flopped into bed naked rolling under her satin bedding and tried to switch off her brain for a while and fall asleep.