Abigail
The walk through the club was the longest of my life. My heartbeat thumped fast in my chest like I was on a marathon sprint.
Finnegan marched ahead of me, his shoes stomping into the ground with each step. I gripped the mask against my face. The clasp had been destroyed when he yanked it, so I had to hold it against my face.
The urge to bail out of there slammed against my spine. What would running do though? I would still have to see him at work on Monday.
Even if it would be to collect my sack letter.
I was fired. Definitely and most certainly. The anger on his face told me that much. My legs were shaking so badly the heels of my shoes caught against each other from how terrified I was.
The music thumped and a sea of bodies moved around us in the arena. Nobody in this room had any idea that my entire life was about to fall apart in real time.
Maybe, he wasn't so angry?
