Standing behind the bar, I felt like my heart was going to leap out of my chest. He had my phone in one hand and was using his to call somebody else.
I couldn’t even hear their conversation over my heart beating a million times a second. I was terrified, terrified of what had just happened. I was terrified of what this meant.
Who was this guy?
He was meant to be my boss. He ran a nightclub, how terrible of a person could he be?
I slid down the back wall and tucked my head between my knees. Suddenly I felt violently ill. Feeling like I did back on my seventh grade whale watching excursion. I’d become violently seasick, and poor Mav had had to hold my hair for hours while I’d vomited. Why Mav stuck around to be my best friend is completely beyond me.
It felt like both hours, and no
