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claim that
he is.”
    “ I
don't think so.” I shake my head. “I quit because things
were awkward with us after that. But yesterday he showed up at my
house apologizing and asking me to come back to work for him.”
I can still hardly believe that happened. It was so weird to see him
there on my doorstep. For the briefest of moments, it made me think
that he might actually care. That's too much to hope for though.
    “ Wait.
Back up.” She sets her fork down and looks at me. “He
showed up at your house yesterday?”
    “ Yeah,”
I draw out the word to show my own surprise. “Totally
unexpected.”
    “ You're
going back, right? It obviously means he wants to fuck again.”
    “ Are
you out of your mind?” I can't believe how dense she is
sometimes. In Terry's world, everyone should tread the path that
leads to her amusement. Screw my own emotional well-being.
    “ I'm
just saying.” She sulks a bit, picking back up her fork. “You
need a job, and if he came to your house, it obviously means he's
still interested in you.”
    “ It
doesn't mean he's still interested in me. It means he feels guilty
for being a douche and driving me away.” I scowl, upset at her
for even suggesting I put myself in that situation again.
    “ Whatever.
You said he's hot. Don't you want to keep sleeping with him?”
She acts as if the question is trivial.
    “ Not
at the cost of my heart.” And that's what it would be. No
matter how I try to deny it, every time I'm around Trent, I feel
something. Even when he was at my house yesterday, and I was trying
so desperately to hate him, I still felt something for him, if only a
twinge of desire. He's bad for me. I'm smart enough to know that. And
it's best if I never see him again.

CHAPTER THREE

    I'm standing in
front of Chilly Creations, Inc. again, and not because I want to. In
his latest dick move, Trent has decided that my last paycheck will be
a physical one, not direct deposit, like I had originally signed up
for. Maybe that's a corporate rule, but I don't care. It feels better
to blame it on him.
    I loathe the very
idea of having to go inside the building. Thankfully, I won't have to
speak to him directly. These types of checks are typically handled by
human resources, which means I only have to talk to Marcelene, though
I still have to pass Trent's office to get to her.
    As I take a deep
breath and wait for someone to buzz me into the building, I think
about how it would have been better if I just had her mail the check
to me. Then I would have had to wait for it though, and I really need
the money now. It's amazing how even one week of unemployment can
drain your bank account. Cars don't gas themselves up, and Terry
didn't offer to pick up the tab on our Chinese food lunch. I need
this money to get by until I can find another job. So, here I am.
    One of the
production floor workers walks out of the building, and I slip in,
taking long strides past Trent's office, though I still can't help
but glance inside with my peripheral vision. It's mercifully empty.
Maybe I won't have to see him after all. That would be the best-case
scenario.
    Things get even
better when I get to Marcelene's office. She's sitting at her desk,
and I can see the checks piled on top. Thank God.
    “ Hey
Marcelene.” I knock on the doorframe to her office and smile
when she looks up at me.
    “ Hey
Fennel. How have you been?” She beams at me.
    “ I've
seen better weeks,” I confess. The only hit I've gotten on my
job search so far was at a hardware store. It's definitely not the
ideal job, but at this point, I'm back to the idea of taking
anything. The goal is to get out of my mother's house by whatever
means necessary, even if I have to take a crap job with no real
career potential.
    “ I'm
sorry to hear that.” Her shoulders slump, and she looks
sympathetic, though I get the feeling it's all an act. In the few
weeks that I worked at Chilly Creations, Inc. I've gotten a feel that
most of her kind