~*JUNE*~
"June! Your phone is ringing!" Tyler calls from downstairs, his voice echoing through the apartment like a foghorn.
"I'm coming!" I shout back, my fingers fumbling with the hairbrush as I yank it through the tangles in my hair.
I fling the brush onto the bed, snatch my bag, and sling it over my shoulder.
My gaze flicks to the clock on the nightstand.
7:25.
"s**t! I need to hurry."
Even though I hate my job—hate being that annoying prick’s secretary with every fibre of my being—I still don’t want to be late.
"If you don’t come get your phone now, I swear I’m throwing it out the window!" Tyler bellows from downstairs.
"Relax, I’m coming!" I call back, rushing out of the room and down the stairs.
My feet pound against each step until I burst into the sitting room.
Tyler is
