Chase (Lakefield Book 4)
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Damage by Jennifer Vester
My body was killing me. My feet were killing me. And I was fed up with my job.
I was quitting today.
Today would be the last day that I would work for that short spineless tyrant that called himself my manager. If it wasn’t for the paycheck I was earning that was providing the last bit of money I needed to move, I would have quit eight months ago.
It was funny how the heart breaking into a thousand pieces could wear you down and make you feel even more tired than you already were.
Months. It had been months since those small glances and teasing had happened. Months since he smiled at me. Months since I felt motivated to step into work with a smile on my face.
I was over it. Yeah right.
It’s what I told everyone that even bothered to ask. They didn’t know how much it had crushed me to hear the news.
Olivia had known and that was enough some days. Although she wasn’t aware of how much it had affected me, it was enough to know that someone in this city had been paying attention.
He had to have known but I wondered some days if he had just assumed that my sass came naturally. That I wasn’t actually turning it on for him specifically.
It wouldn’t have been ethical, in his mind, to date me while I was working for him. That’s what I had told myself every time he was given the chance to ask me and hadn’t.
I’m not sure I would have quit my job for it, but I might have.
Thinking back on it now, maybe I should have, just to see where things might have gone. Maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t have died.