ARIELLE POV
“You’re still thinking about it.”
Naomi’s voice came through the phone before I even said hello properly. I had called her on the walk home, not because I had a plan for the conversation, just because I needed to hear someone who actually knew me.
“I’m not,” I said.
“You called me at 7pm on a Tuesday. You only do that when something is eating you.”
I switched my bag to my other shoulder and kept walking. The street was loud, a truck idling near the corner, someone arguing in a window two floors up, the smell of something fried coming from a place I passed every day and never went into.
“Something happened at work,” I said.
“Okay. Tell me.”
“A senior executive came at me in a meeting. Basically said my work was sloppy and I didn’t know what I was doing.”
“Okay. And?”
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