I so badly wanted to ignore the text, but couldn't. I knew they had the right to call me for themselves whenever they wished. I had, after all, signed a contract with them, and signed my body off for 60 days. 57 when you exclude the past three days.

“Baby girl?” Chris called out to me, hurrying over when she saw me standing in front of the office door, looking a bit lost. “Why is your face like that? Don't tell me that bitch visited you?”

“No, that's not it.” Compared to the ...