CHAPTER FOUR
Already late to meet her friend Jess, Addison frantically searched for keys. She texted to say she was running late, as she’d had to excuse herself twice in the interview she’d just conducted in order to throw up. Why they called it morning sickness, she’d never know. Jess would understand.
Finally, she breathed a sigh of relief. Addison spotted the shiny metallic of the car keys just underneath her desk where they’d likely fallen in one of her desperate attempts to make it to the ladies room as the bile rose in her throat, threatening to spill over. She took a deep breath, sat down in her chair and paused for a moment, before letting out a long exhale. Things would get better now.
It wasn’t her usual style, typically she wasn’t impulsive, but she’d hired the woman on the s
