After paying sixty dollars to get some gas, I counted the cash I had left and began pumping it into the gas tank of my old used hatchback while I shoved the remaining bills into the front pocket of my low-rise denim shorts. As I waited for the gas pump to finish filling the tank, I secured my hip-long, curly black hair with caramel blonde highlights in a high ponytail before tugging down the hem of my gray tank top again. After leaning against the side of my car, I noticed the laces on one of my second-hand canvas slip-on sneakers had come untied. I bent down to tie it, but as I finished typing my shoe, I felt a hand on my ass before I heard a guy behind me saying, “Damn, girl. You better be ready to take care of what you started.”Just then, I heard the pump click, and after checking it, when I straightened up, I saw sixty-five dollars worth of gas had been added to my tank.I continued to ignore the guy as I removed the pump nozzle and hung it back up on the pump before the guy yell

“Mr. Hansen, when I ask to speak with Mr. Donovan, I don’t want to hear you telling me that you can help me because if you could help me, I wouldn’t be calling to talk to Mr. Donovan. Next time I call, I want to hear that you’ll transfer my call to his office or you’re going to track him down so I can talk to him.” I said before boarding my plane, “Now, if I don’t hear you say either of those things when I call after my plane lands, you’ll have to explain to Mr. Donovan why I’m taking my business elsewhere from now on.”“I don’t give a shit if you take your business elsewhere, you conceited bitch. Mr. Donovan has business with more important people than you, Sophia O’Shea. So you can just take your business and shove it up your ass, you arrogant bitch.” Oscar Hansen yelled.“Oscar, you better have misspoke when you said Sophia O’Shea.” I heard Wilson saying in the background.“Who cares about that self-centered, arrogant bitch?” Oscar scoffed before hanging up on the phone.As the fli