DAHLIA It's been two weeks since that unfortunate incident at Zac's place. He didn't call me and I didn't bother. Although, there was no way he would have been able to reach me. The phone he'd bought for me was on left on the table in the living room.

I'd got myself another phone — it was cheaper but functional — and a new number.

Though during this time, I prayed he wouldn't take this job away from me. Hoped he wouldn't fire me.

It took me two days but I was finally able to pack out. Not ...