I wake up with a sigh, my arms are in pain and so is the rest of my body.

I slept quite late yesterday, I had to look through Diego's file the all of last night. I learnt a lot about Diego, his past, his family, his works and his life in prison.

But the disappointing part is that I did not find anything that can help with the case.

The case has so many loopholes, even an eleven year old can see them. The file does not even tell anything important. Why should I know about Diego's properties? I am just an intern that is helping Diego leave prison and I am sure he has a lawyer for his finances and properties.

I leave the bed with tense muscles and messed up hair. I feel tired for the rest of the day, but I have to force myself to prepare for the day ahead.

I walk into the bathroom, walking towards the mirror. I stand infront of the mirror where I see my eye bugs and messed up condition. Diego, Mr Martino, has me looking like a heartbroken girl.

I have never looked like this before, not even when I broke up with my ex.

Even thinking about the idiot gives me a headache. I hope he is still with Sandia, my evil ex best friend. Dude had the nerve to kiss the girl in my presence to make me jealous, why would I be jealous over a cockroach finding his match?

I brush my teeth not dwelling on any of my thoughts or my physical state at the moment. I have better things to do.

I have to go back to the supreme jail to see Bobby, or the man himself, Diego.

I need someone to tell me what is happening, the file has nothing concerning the case and it is really confusing.

I finish with my morning routine, that includes taking a bath. I have to look and smell fresh, I do not need to feel insecure. The people in that place already give me bad feelings, and I do not need more of the bad feelings.

I decide to wear a pair of loose jeans, a pair of sneakers, a long sleeved off-shoulder shirt and a head wrap to cover my already messy hair.

I do not have time to style my hair today, so a head wrap will do.

My face is make-up free like everyday, I have no jewelry on except for my bracelet.

I grab my phone on the vanity, not forgetting my car keys and the most important thing, which is the file.

I quickly leave the bedroom walking down the stairs. I look around the living room, sighing in relief when I do not see my parents around. They would have forced me to eat breakfast with them.

I quickly walk out of the door, locking it from the outside because I know that Mrs Smith is not around.

I walk towards my car, entering it and placing the things in my hand on the passenger's seat.

I drive into the main road a few minutes later and I breath in relief when I do not see any signs of traffic today.

I sing along to the song Girls like us by Zoe as I drive. There is nothing more relaxing than music, the peace music brings is something words can not explain.

It does not take me more than twenty minutes to reach the supreme jail gates, which is a relief for me.

I pack my car in front of the gates, rolling my eyes as the same man I met yesterday opens the gate.

The man is looking at me like he wants to kill me and it is seriously getting on my nerves. He is so rude and his judgmental stare does not help.

I pack my car in the same exact spot as yesterday. My nerves kick in as I remember Diego's handsome face.

The man makes me nervous without even trying and it is very concerning. He makes me feel emotions that I have not felt in years.

I look at the small rearview mirror, quickly fixing my hair and outfit, no one should judge because I need to look good for when I see Diego. He might think I am not professional.

What I am wearing is professional, jeans and sneakers are very professional. I just hope he thinks the same, he does not need to get doubts about me.

"I am professional, I can do this." I whisper to myself with my hands on the steering wheel.

I keep telling myself good words till I feel ready. I decide to leave the car with good words in my head.

I slowly open the car door, stepping out on the wet floor. I can see that it rained here. I thank the heavens for making me wear warm clothes, I would have been freezing if I wore heels.

I carefully walk towards the door, smiling in happiness when I reach the guard at the door, a different one today.

I smile at the woman that looks kinder than the one that I met yesterday.

"Hi, how are you?" The woman asks looking at me.

"I am good.... How are you?"

"I am good.... Can you please tell me who you are here for?" The woman asks.

"I am here to see Diego Martino, I am here as a lawyer- an intern lawyer," I can see her smile drop as I mention Mr Martino's name. I want to ask her what the matter is, but I guess I know why she seems scared, the man's name does this to people.

The woman clears her throat, she opens her mouth but she closes it when a voice is heard behind us.

"Siara.... Hi!" I hear a voice that belongs to Bobby, making both the guard and I turn.

My eyes meet Bobby's tired ones making me look on in question. I wonder what happened to him, his voice did hold worry when I called.

I called Bobby before I came here, so his presence is not a surprise. I wave at him hidding my curiosity, he will tell me what the problem is if he wants to.

"Meghan, I will have to steal Ms Siara for a bit." Bobby says to the female guard who has been ogling at him. Meghan, as Bobby called her nods, still not taking her eyes off him.

Bobby smiles at me, murmuring the words let's go. Bobby and I walk towards the same hallway as before but unlike yesterday he stops walking before we can reach the door.

"Is something wrong?" I ask when I hear him sigh.

He shakes his head at me, closing his eyes. I can see the pain on his face and I get worried.

"Diego is in the hospital, in the ICU." He murmurs, making me feel weak in the knees.