The noise was unbearable.
I couldn't stay still, so I paced around my living room like an animal stuck.
I was physically fine, but the thought of going back to work after everything that had happened made me feel sick to my stomach, so I took a sick leave. I was going crazy.
I needed more information. Not only that, but I wasn't going to let them do nothing.
I checked the time. I had a meeting with someone from Rutherford & Co., my old company, in a few hours.
Even though this was a big risk, I didn't see any other choice. I had to find out the truth and check to see if Brian had been lying to me the whole time.
I had a gut feeling that something was wrong, not simply the price. It didn't sit well with me the way he had been nice, asking those questions, and nudging me.
With my
