I closed my eyes and leaned my head into the cool tiles as the heat soaked into my skin. I tried to visualize the stress being washed off me and sucked down into the drain... disappearing into the ocean somewhere and leaving me renewed.
It didn't quite work that way, but by the time I was finished showering and I had dressed in my crisp uniform and put my hair into a neat bun, I at least felt strong enough to face whatever came.
I'd been through a lot in my life. I could handle this.
When I got to work, I parked in the lot next to the cook, Gregory's Mercedes. He was a retired Wall Street millionaire who had gone to culinary school because he was bored.
I only knew that because Manny told me. He said that Gregory wouldn't take any money for working for Reigns.
All he asked
