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"So, we're stuck here. Three days." Jessi sat on the edge of the desk and eyed her boss. "What now?"
After giving a shrug in reply, Jenson reclined in his chair and kept his eyes focused on his phone. They both wore masks, still, although they were confident their lab test results would come back negative in an hour or so.
Or they could be presymptomatic. Meaning, the virus could still be incubating, so they had to sit tight, observe and wait for any changes in their physical condition for the next few days.
Staying here in his office for 72 hours straight wasn't an issue for her, but, obviously Jenson got pissed. He didn't want to be stuck here in LA all weekend just to quarantine himself with her. He had a scheduled work trip to New York, and he was the type of guy who didn't like sudden drastic changes to his plans or his routine.
× "Shit. I'm sorry." "For what?" "It's kind of, my fault." Jessi sighed in frustration as she sat in front of his desk. At this point there was no one else to blame for their current situation. Reclining in his swivel chair, Jenson squinted at her and placed his phone on the desk. "What?" "I should've sat far away from Jonah...after he told me he was at a party. He sat close to me again during lunch." "But you wore a mask the entire day." "Yeah, but no eye covering," she muttered while absently toying with a pen. "Sorry." "I'm fine." Jenson frowned as if bothered by her apology. He sat behind his desk, no longer wearing a face mask. What's the point? They already caught the bug just because someone on their creative team couldn't stay hunkered down at home for another night. Besides, the room felt stuffier than usual now. Perhaps they'd just been too cooped up in this office after another busy work week. Thus her unpleasant thoughts and feelings. She felt fine, though. No
Day 1 of Quarantine× 11:52PM ×"The kid wasn't responding to the heavy meds or the therapy. Just out of control. Can't re-learn the rules one by one.""What'd the parents say?""Dead," Magnus muttered on the other line. "He killed 'em the other night. Broke his mother's neck. Slashed his father's throat when he tried to grab his gun. Left him bleeding to death in bed. Too far gone.""Right." Jenson sat back in his swivel chair, alone with his thoughts in the dark, imagining the bloody rampage the young werewolf allegedly caused. "At least they weren't resting in pieces this time.""But you know it's not gonna be his last kill.""Yeah, if he's completely out of it." Jenson pulled a face. His uncle's new clean-up guys couldn't seem to handle the other part of the job. So now Magnus wanted him to finish it up.
Day 2 of Quarantine×A bad, pulsating headache. Sweating from head to toe. An aching back. Limp arms and legs.Oh no... Were these new symptoms? Or the rare ones? Was she getting sicker? She took in deep breaths and exhaled loudly several times, testing her lungs as panic crept into her groggy thoughts.Her muscles felt weak but her chest felt fine. No breathing issues or brain fog. But would it get worse? Would she end up getting wheeled into an ambulance today? Barely able to breathe and clinging to dear life like her co-worker?Jessi hauled herself off of the divan, wincing and cussing under her breath when the throbbing in her skull intensified. She grabbed her phone to check the time.Nine hours. Almost nine hours of sleep. Why did her entire body f
Day 3 of Quarantine × "When will you leave for New York?" "Before this weekend." Jenson winced, awaiting a sigh of disappointment from his late-night caller. He sat down in his office chair after he caught the impatience in his uncle's tone. "Why not today?" Magnus sighed briefly on the other line. "Still waiting for the paperwork." "What did the new test say?" "Negative. They collected two samples to be sure," Jenson muttered in response. The good news should relieve him of anxiety and stress, but it didn't. Especially after Jessi told him that she lost her sense of smell and taste barely three hours ago. Plus some weird rashes on her skin suddenly turned up. "And they're sure? No symptoms at all?" Magnus gainsaid. "None. I'll leave LA once the paperwork's sorted out." "What about her?" Jenson glanced to the other side of his office, where his assistant had been hiding from him all day. Containment measures and all. "Jessiah? She's showing a few, but nothing serious.
× Ammo? Don't aim for the head or torso? Ankles and hands first? What in the... Was it a joke? Was her boss rehearsing some lines from a script? Reading them out loud for fun? Or he could be talking to someone on the phone. "Maybe. Maybe not..." Jessi sat still on the cold floor and leaned against the door, imagining the more believable scenarios. Maybe she just wasn't used to it but Jenson kept getting phone calls in the middle of the night lately. It didn't sound like he was talking to Charmaine, though. Must be Darren. Or Magnus—Jenson's mysterious boss and uncle. Apparently one of the head honchos. One of those rich executives who invested millions in Hollywood movies and TV shows they deemed would be a big hit. All she knew about the man was that he was a Californian businessman with the same last name as Jenson. His real surname. Therefore, Magnus could be the brother of Jenson's father. Also Italian by birth? "His dad died in prison years ago. Mob boss tyin' up loose end
×Calm. Quiet. Some friendly encouragements here and there...No need to panic. It wouldn't help the situation, and it wouldn't help Jessi at all. If he showed how worried he really was, the panic and anxiety would only worsen her mental state."You don't have close friends here in Cali?" he asked casually, sitting hunched over, waiting for her to finish packing."Not really. No." Jessi kept her back to him as she paced in the other room. She was tidying up her personal belongings on the divan to distract herself."Any relatives? Family friends?""My Uncle Pete and Aunt Marin," she called out from the other room. With the door wide open, she put on a white sweater, and then some pants. "Is this okay?" She turned to look at him and pointed to her jeans."Yeah. Why?"Well, to be fair, she'd look good in anything. Even a dirty potato sack wouldn't distract people from her naturally pretty face. "Or should I just wear a dress so they wouldn't have to ask me to take off my pants in th
×"No vas a morir. Quieren ayudarlo.""Gracias.""Estará bien." Jenson gave the guy's lean arm a quick pat and glanced down at the thick silver restraints keeping the guy still on the lab chair. "Just do what they tell you to do.""Okay." The dark-haired kid nodded weakly as his droopy eyes stared back at Jenson.At first glance, no one would suppose this teenager had killed people before—his own parents, according to the kid's most recent straitjacket confession. The new, expensive drugs physically sedated him now, but without suppressing the bouts of clarity, said the medical staff.This one just didn't look like the dangerous kind. Not predatory at all. He didn't even look like he was half of Darren's weight.Jenson backed away and glanced over the kid's condition.Skinny.&nbs
×"Just come back here, hon. You don't need that job. It's safer here. For you. For us.""I know, Mom." Jessi sighed and stood by the door. Some hesitation still lingered in the back of her head, but the worry and impatience in her mother's frail voice ultimately defeated her stubborn logic.Considering the emotional rollercoaster she was going through, her recent hospitalization, and the growing number of positive cases here in California, leaving Los Angeles to live the small-town life again sounded much smarter—not a setback at all if she wanted to make it to her next birthday.Sure. The treatment worked. The medical staff did their best, helping her and the other infected patients recover fast after the strict hospital confinement. But it didn't mean she was already out of the woods. Reports of reinfection had been spreading all over the news. Meaning, her full recovery from the dreaded viral disease would not guarantee immunity from reinfection. And worse: there were no approved