“What are you still doing here? I can handle this, go home,” Axel says next to me, as I clean the bar for the fifth time.
“I know you can handle it, but I want tonight to go perfectly,” I say, ignoring him as I continue to clean. I don’t add that it has been three months since I’ve seen Larkyn, and I’m losing my damn mind. I can’t think, I can’t sleep, the only time I can even pretend to function well is when I’m at work, and that’s only because there is something for me to focus on to keep my mind off things.
“Go home. You hired me to be the manager. Now let me do my job and go home. I’ve dealt with plenty of corporate events before. I can handle making sure the bar is clean.” Axel snatches the rag out of my hand.
I glare at him.
Axel looks back at me sadly, like I’m a stray puppy
