Chapter 9
I storm out of his office and down the hall, and I fall into the ladies’ room. I burst into the stall, sit down, and put my head into my hands.
Embarrassment fills me. I just completely lost control and made a fool of myself. You stupid f*****g i***t.
My heartbeat sounds through my body, and I’m so angry right now that I can’t even see straight. His words come back to me: But you f****d that up this morning when you left like a two-year-old.
God.
Angry tears stream down my face, and I wipe them away as quickly as they appear.
Stop crying, you baby. I’m not even upset—I’m angry. Now I have to get off this floor without anyone seeing me.
Why am I f*****g crying?
I know why. Because I’m sleep deprived, and I deserve to be treated better, that’s why. The f*****g asshole. Who
