17
With a fortifying deep breath, I called Brett at the office using Mrs. Janowski’s phone. If only I had written his cell phone number down instead of only having it stored into my now-destroyed phone, I would have opted to call that number. Instead, I had to navigate through Emily when she answered the phone.
“Brett’s not here,” she said as soon as she recognized my voice. “Where’s Emmy? She’s such a slacker. I’m doing all of her work.”
“She quit. I thought that was obvious.”
“Nothing is obvious right now,” she said, sounding pitiful and on the verge of tears.
While I didn’t feel sorry for her, I was curious enough to ask, “What’s wrong?”
“Everything!” I detected a small sniffle. “Brett and T are snippy. We just added more clients, but I can’t find workers. The two I thought were c
