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The last area is one I have yet to venture into.
The bathroom.
I’ve been holding it all week and by the time I get home, I’m surprised I haven’t peed myself. I’m going to catch a kidney infection and hot or not, Mason isnotworth that.
Stepping inside looks like a warzone. Smells like one, too. I’m not sure if the men have ever even hit the bowl or if the floor is just their preferred battleground. I scrub everything, including the walls and then I have my first pee at the office before I decide it’s time to get out when my head gets dizzy from the chemical warfare I’ve taken against myself.
The final step of the day?
Mopping.
That’swhat I’m doing when Mason decides to step into the office.
Looking like he’s ready to either wring my neck or drag me down to the pits of hell.
Uh-oh.
“Goddamnit, Hannah,” he grits, searching through the papers on the desk and no doubt, throwing them everywhere and fucking shit up. “Where is the paperwork for Mr. Stevens?”
I drop the mop where I’m standing and hurry to grab a paper that’s literallyrightin front of him.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he growls, those hurricane eyes boring into mine. The tone of his voice sends a shot of panic through me, freezing cold like adrenaline, but deadly warm from theshame creeping in. That little girl that used to run and hide peeks her head around the corner. “What did you do?”
“I—I cleaned,” I stammer, cheeks so hot you could fry an egg.
“And I told you not to touch anything,” he snaps, face equally as flushed. Only he’s not embarrassed. He’s enraged. “Why can’t you just do what you’re fucking told?”
He stares at me a beat and my mouth falls open, but nothing comes out. He’s right. He told me not to touch anything. This is my punishment for doing just that.
I should have never listened to Ian. Initiative doesn’t get you anywhere. Not with Mason.
Shaking his head, Mason storms back out to the garage, leaving me staring after him, my feet rooted in place.
Mason’s always been harsh, but he’s never yelled at me. Not even . . . before.
No.
The angry, bitter adult version of the little girl inside me bites back. I did something that needed to be done. Nothing was ruined. Everything is almost in the same spot. Just cleaned.
I shake my head. I need to get out of here.
I step out on the back dock, away from Mason and his anger. Away from where he can see me. Away from the chemicals and the magazines and that damned phone.
Fuck that phone.
Everything from the last week comes bubbling to the surface and my eyes burn.
Please, no.
But it’s no use. Tears well, blurring my vision and everything I’ve been trying to push down meets in my chest. I can’t handle it anymore.
So, while I’m alone before I get fired, I take my moment. I let a couple tears fall and wrap my arms tightly around my knees.
God, it’s pointless.
But hey, at least Mason won’t be able to find anything in his precious pile of trash.
I guess it really is the little things in life.
