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Colling wasn’t exactly thrilled about me quitting my job again. Especially now that the administrative side of the diner was finally starting to resemble something functional. I did my best to help during my two weeks’ notice, but his mood only lifted slightly when I told him about the baby.
"Ha, better you go," he said, thick Eastern European accent and all.
Typical. Pregnant women are treated like a workplace liability. Like we’re contagious.
Susan was nicer. She was genuinely happy I’d found a better job, one that might actually help me support my kid.
She did try to convince me to jump Boyd’s bones, though. Said it’d be the smartest move: combine a hot sugar daddy with a real father figure. I told her that was never going to happen.
Boyd is handsome. Hot as sin, really. He’
