Chapter 38

Drew

Monday morning didn’t bring with it a new hope or a new beginning.

My life was still as messed up as it was yesterday. Last week. Last month.

“Excuse me, Miss Ellington,” the chirpy receptionist waved at me as I passed the front desk of our firm. “Mr. Belding is running late and has asked if you can assist the client that is waiting in his office.”

“Let me drop off my bag in my office,” I answered, indicating to my computer. “You can tell the client I’ll be there shortly.”

“Yes ma’am,” she smiled.