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Both men froze.
“Nyx, I wasn’t going to hurt you.”
“I . . . you just moved fast. That’s all,” she said weakly as she let him put his hand over her forehead.
“Fuck, you’re right. She’s burning up. Fine, call her an Uber and get her home. I don’t want anyone else catching whatever she’s got.”
“Your empathy is outstanding, boss,” Keegan said dryly.
She elbowed him in the side. He didn’t need to stick his neck out for her, especially since he shouldn’t talk to Santé that way.
Her boss narrowed his gaze at them both. “Just go. I’ve got a meeting to get to.”
“I thought I’d drive her home,” Keegan said.
“No, I can’t afford for you to be away. Just get her an Uber. See you next week, Nyx.”
With a sigh, she watched him walk away.
“I don’t feel good about just putting you in an Uber, darlin’.”
She patted his chest. “I’ll be fine. You don’t need to worry about me.”
Keegan grunted. “Well, I’ll order one to pick you up out front so Mike can keep an eye on you.”
Yeah, that wasn’t happening. “Don’t worry, I’ll order it. Now, go back to work.”
“Nyx.”
“Go! I’m fine. Thanks.” She meant that. Keegan had always been kind to her.
She managed to make her way into her changing room. She didn’t feel like getting changed or taking off all her make-up.So she simply took off her wig and placed it in her locker, then pulled her hoodie over her head.
It made her look like she wasn’t wearing anything under the hoodie, but she couldn’t find it in her to care.
As she moved past the makeup desk, something caught her attention. There was a note on her desk with her name on it.
Well, Nyx’s name was on it.
Jilly thought about leaving it there. But then she remembered that this room wasn’t quite as secure as she would’ve liked. If Kimmy and her boyfriend could sneak in here, then surely anyone could.
So she grabbed the note, vaguely noting that her hand was shaking. She felt hot and sweaty.
Yuck.
Opening the note, she stared at the words, not really comprehending what she was reading.
I know your secret.
And if you don’t want me to tell . . . you’re going to have to buy my silence.
Ten thousand dollars.
It listed instructions on where and when to make the drop. But she was too tired to pay attention. Her head was throbbing and she just wanted to sleep.
Jilly knew she really must be sick because she couldn’t even muster any alarm over the note or what it meant. Instead, she stuffed the note into her hoodie pocket and drew the hoodie up over her head.
Bringing up her phone, she managed to order an Uber to pick her up down the block. She’d go out the back and walk down there.
