Emma's POV

It was already 5:45 p.m. when I finished my shift at the eatery. My feet were sore from running around all day, but there was still one more task ahead. I stopped a cab and slid inside, telling the driver my destination as I settled into the seat, resting my head against the headrest. I shut my eyes, letting out a deep breath to calm myself. I had to prepare for what was coming next-how I'd face Mr. Preston with my request for extra hours, for the money I so desperately needed.

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