I'm hiding. I know it's not the right thing to do. It's certainly not a mature thing to do. But the thought of seeing any of their faces churns my stomach. I can't face my employees, the ones who told me I'm not fit to do my job. In that case, I won't. I'll stay here, under the covers, far away from any of them.
I roll over and see Austin's back. He lies across the cavernous distance that's grown between us ever since we started sleeping in this New Roman king bed. I know that Rupert will call me again today, and I know Austin will insist that I take the call. With each day that passes, Rupert grows more anxious and more persistent. Most days I avoid his calls.
Just as I foresaw, my phone starts buzzing on the nightstand. I pick up the call, not bothering to get out of bed.
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