I was so going to get fired.
I shouldn’t have spoken so freely around my boss. People never wanted to hear the truth and I should have remembered that. I didn’t know why I thought Olivia was different.
Fuck.
Rent was due in a week. Without this job, I wouldn’t be able to pay it. Would my landlord evict me immediately? Was I going to end up homeless?
I splashed a handful of cold water in my face and stared up at my dripping reflection. Maybe I was imagining things, but I looked older. Maybe the worry was making me look more mature.
Who knew.
Trying to calm myself, I drew a deep breath, immediately regretting that choice. I was still in a bathroom and Caspian wasn’t the greatest cleaner.
With a last look at myself, I straightened my back and strode back into the bar. I could do this.
