He handed it back without a word.
"Get in the car," he said finally. "Let's talk about this."
***
KISAREL.
Being in the office without my boss was a different kind of torture. Not that I missed him or felt anything of that sort toward him.
No.
It just reminded me that I was sitting on the edge of something, with no idea what I was going to land on when he returned.
It's been four days now, and I still haven't heard from him yet. My calls were still not going through, and I had sent him tons of emails; he still wasn't replying. It felt like I was trying to get through a wall.
His silence was somehow worse than if he had just called and fired me outright.
It bothered the s**t out of me.
I was still furious at Jace.
If he had just woken me up. If he had just handed me my phone when
