157|Deserves Better—Part 2

"Come on, pick up! Pick up!" Marybeth muttered as Benji's phone kept ringing.

"Fuck!" she cussed when his voicemail lady eventually picked up. Not ready to throw in the towel yet, she tried him again, but when she got the same result, she sent him another text, telling him to confiscate all of Austin's guns and any item he could use as a weapon.

She waited for his response, but it never came. And when her alarm clock went off, reminding her of her meeting in five minutes, trying to avert a disaster of epic proportions stopped being an option.

Marybeth left the cubicle and was startled to find a small group of second graders loitering near the sinks.

Even though she was in a hurry and hadn't done shit in there, she had to set an example. So she washed her hands and dried them with paper towels while making small talk with the girls.

They merrily chirped away, telling her how excited they were about the upcoming school holidays. For the first time in her career, Marybeth realised she wa