SOFIA I got canned. I couldn’t fucking believe it.Brown water poured from the spout, and I hustled to turn it off before it could fill the tub. Dammit. I really wanted a bath. I rubbed my hands together, trying to get my circulation going. Despite the two pairs of pants, a long-sleeved thermal shirt, and an enormous, hooded sweatshirt on top of that depicting a grumpy faced cat, I was still freezing.“Fuck this day, already,” I growled, my potty mouth getting the better of me as usual.It was bad enough I had to fork out seventy-three dollars for an Uber that morning, which made my walk of shame not only embarrassing but detrimental to my budget, but when I got home, my boss called. She sounded frantic, which was not unusual, and angry, which was.“Sofia! Why didn’t you answer my calls on your cell?”“Hello, Missy. Um, because my cell died. Why? What’s wrong?”Typically, my week was Monday through Friday. Weekends were my own since Missy often spent them at her family home
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