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Chapter 11

"When do you work next?" Niall asks me as we drive down the road toward Larry's Burger Pub for dinner.

Everyone is piled into the two cars: the adults in Greg's black Acura TL while Niall and I drove with the kids in his Chevy impala that I still adore with a passion.

Thankfully the roads cleared Saturday afternoon and now it's Sunday, we leave back home tonight after dinner

We were packed in the cabin the whole time not being able to go outside, we had plenty to do of course inside but it was limited since the power didn't come back on until this morning.

"I work tomorrow morning," I say after racking my mind to find the dates I work I stored in my meshed brain.

We finally arrive at Larry's and the kids jumped out of the car and race each other inside.

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Next Morning

I pull on my Nike Free's, tieing them in a double bow as I head out through the door for my early morning run that I have skipped oh too many times, I check the clock hanging above my tele and see it is nearly 5 am. I plan my runs down to the minute and I know I have twenty minutes to run then get back in time to take a no more than a fifteen minute shower and have enough time to get dressed and everything for today packed in my duffel in thirty minutes and walk to work which only takes about ten minutes which then puts me at 6:20 and I have work at 6:30, like I said, down to the minute.

I walk out my door, locking it behind me and tieing the key to my shoe lace tight and tucking it in through the loops of my sneaker and begin my run.

People usually listen to music that inspires them to keep going on pushing themselves to their limit but me? Nope, I listen to dub step cause that stuff is my jam! Just that deep bass always get me pumped which some find weird but not for me.

I'm drowned in my music and before I know it I'm back to my door step uniting my key from my shoe, I feel awesome after that run I know I will have a great day today now, always that great start to kick off a good day.

I shower in the time I allow myself and dress in my usual outfit for work, not having a dress code really except nothing flashy and slutty which isn't hard for me not to do, I'm no slut so I don't dress like one just because there are so many hot guys that come to work daily, the only thing close to slut that I wear to work are that I wear yoga pants all the time but today I decide to wear shorts that yes, actually cover my bum unlike some women these days that think it's attractive to have booty shorts that ride up so you can see her vagina whenever she sits down like damn some women need to understand that not every guy wants to eat you, God. So thirsty, someone needs to get them a water bottle because some women are dehydrated now a days.

Once I have my duffel bag all packed and ready for work and another training session with Jordan I head out the door, once again locking and double checking the door just in case, you can never be too safe when it comes to things like this.

I stroll down the street playing my music on shuffle as I unlock the glass doors of Flye Fit with my key card and unplug my head phones checking the time on my screen. 6:19, damn I'm good.

The gym doesn't open until 7 am so I clock in at the clock in station in the employee lounge where there are people already here, I wave to the ones in my department and a few others I know as well.

Once clocked in I head upstairs taking two at a time to meet up with Jordan like everyday before work, I make it to the top of the steps and I walk down the training hall, I hear voices that I usually don't hear since Jordan and I are the first trainers that come in the mornings, I follow the voices and recognize one of them is Jordan but the other male voice that is talking to Jordan rings no bells, yet there is something in his tone that a small chime goes off in my head that I know I have heard before I just can't put my finger on it. I inch closer to them and turn the corner into the wide open training mats to find Jordan talking to some guy with his back to me, I make eye contact and mouth, "Who is that?"