Abigail
"Good night, Miss Kellerman," My boss grunted, strutting his massive frame down the hallway towards his private elevator.
My fingers halted on the keyboard while I watched him go, unable to tear my eyes away from him. The sanctuary would be open tonight, but I couldn't dare show up. Mostly because I could not predict if he would go or not.
Nothing about him even gave a hint that he went to sex clubs like that during his leisure.
It was simply unfair. I was a jittery mess, and he got to be all dignified and cool while Alicia and Drake hung the Sanctuary over my head like the sword of Damocles.
There was another sword of Damocles hanging over my head. The call I received yesterday.
"Meemaw's sick, Mellia," Gramps voice had filtered over the phone. "It's not so serious, you don't have to come over- "
"I'll take a leave, Gramps," I had cried, my entire body trembling with horror at the images filling my head. "I'll be there on Saturday. How's she? What's wrong?"
