Nic’s wristwatch silently vibrated. It was her link to her phone, and let her know when she got a text or phone call. Thank god she hated the damn thing enough to keep the ringer turned off. She could only wonder what would happen if it had gone off in front of Moffett. He was so unhinged that he had screamed at someone when their appointment reminder alert gave a barely audible ding.
“f**k,” Nic whispered to herself. Everyone in group knew the no-phone rule, but there was always that one rule breaker. And she knew exactly who it was: Mr. Overshare. Asshole.
“Put your f*****g phones in a pile, right there.” He stood in front of each person, getting right in their face until they tossed their phones on the floor. He kicked at the ones that didn’t make it to the middle of the circle.
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