Chapter 49

I've been stuck at the office - the one in Miami - and denied all calls that were spam and pranks for eight full hours. I'm almost considering calling each number back to explain the process of an aneurysm, and how quickly it can kill me if they continue this game they're playing.

The only thing that's stopping me is the little innocent voice in my head that screams 'don't risk your hard work for immature people'.

God damn my guilty conscience - it always makes me want to do the right things at the most annoying moments.

"Stop thinking so hard-" a pack of mint gum hit my forehead and landed on my desk. I didn't need to look up or acknowledge the person who threw it - their voice was loud enough to let me know who it was. "-you'll get wrinkles."

"What do you want, cat lady?" I stamp a piece of paper and slide it with the stack next to me. "Here to tell me how Persian cats are better than Sphynx cats?"