ELEANOR POV
It is two weeks since I knew Banks, and three days since I last saw him.
He is alive, and the contract is still on. I know this because he texted me this morning while I was preparing for work.
**BANKS:** Work?
I knew it meant: *Why am I off to work?*
**Me:** My replacement hasn't arrived.
He does not reply, and sincerely, I am used to it.
He only chats and comment when it's to order.
Well, sometimes, he indulges in my chats but I've been careful since he hung up on me when I told him to f**k me when I am asleep.
It's three pm, and as usual, I've no replacement. Yet.
At this rate, I doubt I'll get any replacement.
Johnny have make it his duty to reject every candidate that comes for an interview:
* "Short retail experience."
* "Can't recognize correct perfum
