The technician who was nearest to her froze in shock and then her eyes widened as she asked.
"Ma'am, are you okay?" She clenched her jaw, fighting so hard to control her anger before she spat.
"No, I'm not okay!" Marilyn spat, rising from her chair. Her towel fell to the floor as she glared at every single one of them, eyes burning with unshed tears. "I'm sick of hearing that damn name. Can you at least do you work without gossiping because I f*****g hate it."
The women were no doubt confused and exchanged startled glances as they all tried to process what was wrong with her.
One of them, who wanted to be reasonable and make her stay, asked. "You mean Arthur Collins?"
Marilyn laughed bitterly, shaking her head. All she wanted to do at that moment was leave and not talk about it a
