Serenya’s POV
The shrill ping of my phone jolted me out of uneasy sleep. My head throbbed, a dull, relentless ache right behind my eyes. Sunlight streamed through the gap in the heavy curtains, blinding and unwelcomed.
I groaned, dragging the blanket over my head, but the pings kept coming. Message after message.
What now…?
I fumbled for the phone, heart sinking as the lock screen filled my vision.
21 new messages. 5 missed calls.
The group chat from work was blowing up.
AnchorBoss:
Where are you?? We’re short-staffed, need you on deck today.
AnchorBoss:
Serenya this isn’t the first time. Call me NOW.
AnchorBoss:
If you’re not here in 30 I’ll have to escalate this.
I dropped my phone and grabbed Celis’s. I squeezed my eyes shut, dread pooling in my gut. I scrolled further.
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