In the last six days, it feels like I've only had six hours of sleep. When Saz didn't show up the next day, I was willing to give him a free pass and let it slide. I knew he was a busy guy and gave him the benefit of the doubt. Girls came and went, asking for Saz with their t**s popping out of their shirts like it was a standard company dress code. After a while of me waving them off, they got the hint and stopped coming by. Saz wasn't in and I didn't know when he was coming back.
I sent Saz another email through bleary eyes before stumbling home.
Maybe he'd show up tomorrow.
When I walked into the office and saw only a promotional email from Publix, that's when I picked up the phone. My hand shook as I dialed. I couldn't tell if it was from the anger of him messing up my timeline or
