Chapter 87: Workaholic Me

Charlotte Laura was missing in action. She wasn't there to console me when I got back home after the talk about the new boss in town. Damian had told me she wouldn’t be a problem, but she was. For that singular reason, I did not want to wake up and go to work, even though it was Thursday. Thursday was usually the precursor to the weekend—my happiest time. But as it stood, I had no joy, no hope. I was merely hopeless. I groaned, burying my face into the pillow, wishing for a few more moments of peace. My eyes fluttered open slowly as Tahibel’s face flooded into my mind. She was younger than I expected, with sharp features that mirrored her equally sharp personality. I had half-expected an older woman, perhaps someone in her 50s, with a dragon-like demeanor and a distaste for younger women. But Kathy, as she was right now, was everything except that, just in a much younger body. It was the way she marched into my office, looked around as though she owned the place, and clicked her t