Tammy's POV
I ran out of the woods, going as fast as my tiny legs could carry me and dashed into the bar. Startling and frightening everyone in the bar with my messy look and panting, shuddering breath.
“What do you think you're doing?” Mr. Randy yelled at me, dragging me out of the bar into his office.
I fell on a chair, still trying to catch my breath while he paced around the room, filled with rage about the scene I just created.
“What were you thinking?” He paused, turned to me and snapped. “You think you can ditch work for two weeks, come out of obviously nowhere looking this messy, to scare the hell out of my customers?”
“Two weeks? No, that can't be.” I mumbled, my eyes darting frantically for anything that could prove Mr. Rand wrong.
“What are you looking for now?” His voice
