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"Hello? Sophie?"
"Sorry." I nervously chuckle at being caught in my own head for the second time tonight. "Yeah?"
"John wants you to get some more napkins out of the stock room," he tells me.
"Oh, okay. Thanks."
Confused as to why John wants me to get the napkins, but figuring he's just being his usual, annoying, jerkish self, I walk past the kitchen, toward the narrow stock room at the end of the hallway. I'm reaching up to the top shelf to get the box of napkins when I hear someone enter the room. A part of me feels like I don't even really need to look down to see who it is. I just know. But, sure enough, when I look over my shoulder, John is there, leaning against the wall, watching me with that creepy smile that makes me want to vomit on his face.
"Such a nice view." He snickers.
Now it makes sense why John had me come get the napkins instead of the busboy he told to tell me. I sigh as I get the box and turn around.
"Yeah, the stock room is quite the sight, isn't it? Excuse me."
He doesn't move an inch. And there's no way I'm sliding past him, rubbing any part of me against any part of him. No. So, we stand there, staring at each other, only the look in his eyes makes my stomach turn. And in that moment, my decision is made. I don't have to deal with this shit. I don't have to deal with John, not for a second longer.
"I quit," I state.
"What did you say?"
"I quit. Get out of my way so I can leave here for the last time."
He scoffs "You can't quit. How are you gonna take care of your half-dead sister?"
I drop the napkin box to the floor and bring my knee up into his balls as hard as I can. He groans before dropping to the floor.
"Don't you ever talk about my sister, you fucking asshole." I kick him in the stomach, loving the cough that leaves him. "And that's for being a fucking creep."
"You bitch." He spits as I step over him. "Don't you ever show your face here again."
"Can't fire me when I just quit!" I yell while walking down the hallway.
Everyone in the kitchen is watching me as I pass through it. People in the dining room are looking around wide-eyed as well, making me wonder how much they could hear out here. I find Lexa in the crowd, mouth 'call me,' then leave. I don't go far, though.
Hands shaking, both from the adrenaline rushing through me and from what I'm about to do, I get my phone and the card out of my back pocket. I unlock my phone and press the button to create a new text message. Typing in the number, unexpected excitement fills me. Am I really doing this? Am I really about to agree to Law's offer? I type the message and hurry to press send before I lose my nerve.
Me:The Lincoln. Acct number: 8674057900 HNB Bank.
"Hey, are you okay?" I hear Lexa ask behind me.
I turn around as I say, "Yeah. Very much unemployed now, though."
"Oh, we all heard. And I saw John holding his pea-sized balls as he limped to his office." She chuckles. "Good for you. I wish I was in a position to do that."
"I don't even know if I'm in a position to do it." At her furrowed brows, I continue," I texted him. I haven't gotten a response yet."
"You will. Don't worry. I gotta get back, but I'll call you when I get off."
"Thank for checking on me."
"Of course."
A quick hug and I watch her walk back into the diner before looking at my black screen. Adrenaline waning, panic begins to set in. What if everything Law said in the elevator was just some cruel joke, and there's no money, no arrangement, and I just quit my job, the only income I have right now? What if I get no response because he's no longer interested, or I waited too long? What the hell would I do? Going back in there to beg for my job back isn't an option at all. Just as I close my eyes, trying to push away all the thoughts invading my mind, my phone vibrates in my hand. I hurry to open the message.
Unknown:Room 636. 9pm. Don't be late.
Oh. My. God. Oh my God. This is really happening. He's booked a room. Holy shit. I'm going to meet him tomorrow. I'll be in a room, doing whatever he wants tomorrow.
