Don't Be Late

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Sarah’s POV "I... I have to go," I choked out. Ms. Harlow didn’t care that my face had gone pale or that my hands were shaking so much the phone almost slipped. To her, I was just a problem in her office. "Then, get going!" she yelled, her voice cutting through my shock like a whip. "I said get out! Go wherever you want, just get out!" I didn’t say another word to her, neither did I try to defend myself, and I didn’t care about the two weeks leave or Adrian Vale’s money. I simply turned and ran… past the glass jewelry cases, past the shocked faces of the staff, and straight out into the street. “Hey! Hey!” I waved my hand wildly until a cab finally pulled over. “City General Hospital, please… hurry!” I said as I quickly jumped into the back seat. The drive felt like it lasted forev

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