I blink up at Marcus. His words don’t make sense to me. What he is saying doesn’t make sense.
“Nora?” Marcus says, after I just stare at him for a minute.
“Sorry…” I mumble, also putting my mug down. “I don’t think I heard you right. Cause it… it sounded like you just said that David f*****g fired me?”
“No, no, he definitely hasn’t done that.” Marcus rushes to say, his hands coming up defensively. “He just… thinks that you shouldn’t come to work for a bit.”
“ARE YOU f*****g SERIOUS?!” I yell, his face turning into a grimace at my outburst. “That motherf–” I mutter to myself before running out of the kitchen. Heading to the bedroom, I scramble for my phone on the bedside table, rushing to unlock it and find David’s number.
It rings.
Then it clicks to voicemail.
I try again, but the s
