Cooper
“Corinne called out sick again.”
“What do you mean?” I demanded, but Alyssa only blinked back at me.
“She said she’s not coming in. Whatever she’s got must really be bad.”
I tightened my jaw, trying to tamp down the wave of nausea that rolled through me. “I’ll say. That’s the fourth day in a row. Anyway, thanks, Alyssa. You need me to get you a temp to pick up the slack?”
“Nope, I’m good,” she said with a sympathetic smile. “Just thought you’d want to know.”
Alyssa stepped from my office and closed the door softly behind her just in time for me to let out a low breath. I couldn’t understand it.
Calling out of work was one thing. People got sick. But there was something else going on here, something far worse. Corinne had stopped responding to my calls and messages. And now sh
