Rethinking My Life

It was around 9:00 a.m. when my phone dinged.

I lifted it, head already tucked on my shoulders like a beaten pup. Knowing who was sending me a message.

The same man that wore my bra as a hand towel.

I lifted it and saw I had, at some point, listed him in my phone as ‘Oversight’.

Because it’s his job position.

Now I was thinking every interaction I’d had with the man had been an ‘Oversight.’

And he knows my darkest secret.

Though he was helping me cover the account now.

And prepared to loan me the money to cover mom’s surgery today. Which was scheduled for 1:00 p.m.

If I let him transfer that money and take that loan, I owe him.

He’s going to want more than a woman taking over his apartment. And as his boss, I was setting myself up for a lifetime of blackmail.

Not good. I swallowed hard.

I don’t have a choice. I had to answer.

I clicked the button and tentatively lifted the phone to my ear, sitting on the edge of my bed sorrowfully, I chewed my thumbnail as I muttered hello.

“Don’t sou