Keeping Secrets

"You're the CEO's daughter, right?" She retorts, staring at me.

How does she know?

I gasp. "How do you know that?"

"I know where you live. Have you forgotten the day we went home together? You live in the same house as the CEO, so I automatically assume you're his stepdaughter. I know he has one," she explains.

My mouth closes once I understand.

"Or am I wrong?"

"No, you're right, I'm his daughter