The Wedding Lullaby: Chapter Five
The next morning, Laurel should have stayed in bed. If she had, she wouldn’t be sitting across the desk from her glaring boss and in big trouble.
Laurel, however, had gotten up because no matter how tired she might have been, she didn’t have a choice. Earning money for her and her baby’s future was her priority. If only she weren’t doing such a lousy job.
“What were you thinking?” Danielle demanded, her face flushed. “Couldn’t you tell the difference between a color toner cartridge and a regular one?”
Laurel sat on the opposite side of the desk, but the entire Pacific Ocean might as well have separated them. She went to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear until she remembered the dark toner covering her hands. Dirty hands were the least of her problem
