CHAPTER 44.
GETTING FIRED.
ASHLEY POINT OF VIEW.
I quickly go wash the sleep off my eyes in the bathroom, then I change into a simple blue flay gown with spaghetti straps.
I head downstairs, and when I get there, it's almost filled up. I look to my left—Matt and Ripper. Then to the right—Bran and his rude sisters.
My face flushes, a deep wave of nausea washing over me. Having breakfast with Quinn and the kids?
Just a few hours ago, she swore she'd kill me, get a lawyer, and throw me out. And now suddenly she's asking to have breakfast with me?
I don't say a word or protest. I walk past and sit next to Ripper. I murmur a soft good morning, but he doesn't respond.
Though I'm not sure he heard me, so I just settle in, and the new chef quickly comes by to dish out my food. He places
