Chapter 2: The Trial

Leslie's P.O.V.

My ears were ringing.

It was really irritating. And it wouldn't stop. Over and over again.

Crap.

Oh, shit. That wasn't my ears. That was my phone! 

Oh Shit!

Have been gripping my phone like my life depended on it for sometimes now , because I was told I'd receive a call if I did get the job and passed the interview.

The desperation to get this job keeps gnawing on me.

Rolling over with my eyes still closed, I threw my arm out to the nightstand and swatted at the surface for my phone. My pinky finger barely connected with it, yet a dull thud told me I'd sent the phone flying straight to the floor.

It stopped ringing.

"No, no, no!" I opened my eyes and flung myself over the side of the bed, just missing the corner of the nightstand with my forehead, and