Very Late For Work (XI)

Weird though it was, the coin in my pocket was quickly forgotten when I saw the clock. It was almost 2:30p! My boss was going to kill me!

If I called in now, maybe I could get Jaime to cover me. After what she and Robert put Will through last night, she owed me one.

“Sandeval Investments. Jaime speaking.” Good. She was at her desk.

“Jaime, it’s me. Listen, I need you…”

Dave?!” she yelled.

“Jesus, Jaime, not so loud! I don’t want Mr. Sandeval to hear you. He’s probably pissed at me as it is!”

“Pissed at you?” She sounded on the verge of tears. “Pissed at you?! We’re all pissed at you! Do you have any idea how worried we’ve all been?! Robert hasn’t even been at work, because he’s been too busy trying to find you!”

“Find me?” Okay, I was completely confused. “Jaime, what the hell are you talking about? I just slept in!”

“Bullshit!” she yelled. Okay, she was pissed. Jaime didn’t curse. “Your apartment was empty! Where have you been the last four days?!”

Where have I…




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