Tomorrow was actually not better; it was infinitely worse.

For starters, Erika was not having an allergic reaction to a customer’s cologne like I was led to believe, which meant stealing this life-saving and expensive Epinephrine was not only pointless but was another mark to get me fired if Noelle didn’t turn the cameras off in the drug room. Which, she might not have, because she was magical and technology never worked like how it was supposed to for her ...