CHAPTER 22

OLIVIA.

A fucking long line at the bank, Thursday and at the worst time. Pathetic.

I don't think I hate anyone, and I think I hate a a few things in the world, but one of those is going to the bank.

The only advantage of the day and being confined to such torture is that the building is close to my job. So, any escape is possible. And even if I can do it, the hours and days are worth gold to me.

I'd one check in my hand, "the" check, the same one my boss had given me as a "birthday bonus", an amount of money that I'm still assimilating and makes me smile every time I remember that day. Not because of the bonus, but the whole story and the memories surrounding it: the outing with my superior, his girlfriend, and his friend. They wanted to set me up that night, although they denied it over and over again. Then, I ran into Carl at that restaurant, left the dinner by taking off with him, and spent a great night sleeping with that man... I shudder and hiss with the memory of him because I