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It was bad enough working in a bakery with karens, but being an assistant is probably worse.
Working at Cyber Tech is like highschool all over again. Gossiping girls who point and laugh. I just have to navigate my way through the waters o...
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Rhys gave the entire building two weeks off, paid, while he works out who started the fire and replacing anything that was destroyed. Elevator included.
I haven't talked to him once, despite the amount of calls and text messages he's left me. I know Kylie was behind the elevator accident and the fire. She had to have been. That was no coincidence.
"Nai, your boss is calling you again." Maya calls, walking into the kitchen with my phone.
"Ignore it." I say from in front of the stove. I stir the noodles in the pot as I hear my phone hit the counter.
"You should really talk to him. You can't ignore him forever." Maya comments.
I shrug. "It's better this way."
"And what happens when you go back to work?" She leans her hip against the counter. "What then?"
I smile fakely at her. "Then I guess we'll see what happens tomorrow."
She gives me an exasperated look. "Come on, Naomi. You need to talk to him. Tell him about the emails—"
"I told you about those emails, because I trusted you. You can't tell anybody." I move the pot to the sink, dumping the water into the strainer and using it to catch any runaway noodles.
"If I have to, I will. She threatened you, Naomi! That's not okay!"
I bring the pot back, turning off the burner. "I'm fine, Maya."
"You've been saying that a lot lately, but how many times have you meant it?" Not once.
"I do mean it, Maya." I say instead.
"So you won't care if I answer his call?" She raises a brow.
I lunge for my phone, which I realize she had tossed on my island. "No." I point it at her in a stern voice.
"Nai—"
"I said I'm fine, Maya!" I exclaim. "Leave it at that." I turn back to the stove, adding the seasoning.
"Fine." She walks away, and I exhale. I didn't mean to snap at her like that. With everything that's happened with Kylie and the gala on Saturday, I'm struggling. Especially with my dad's health going downhill again.
I'm on the verge of a breakdown.
My phone rings again and I answer it angrily. "Oh, my god. What?!"
He ignores my outburst. "Why haven't you been answering my calls?"
"I've been busy."
"Busy with what? Grocery shopping?"
"And so what if I was?" I pin my phone between my ear and shoulder as I transfer the ramen noodles from the pot to two plates.
"You've been grocery shopping? For two weeks?" He knows it's a lie.
I grab my phone, holding it to my ear as I put the pot in the sink. "What do you want, Rhys?"
