Married To The Devil

CHAPTER ONE

“Miss Lauren Walter, we’re calling to inform you that your father has officially gone over two weeks without providing the payment for your father’s treatments. He’ll be taken off treatment in the next five days if the payment isn’t made.”“No, please. I—”The loud beep came, signalling that the woman on the other side of the phone had hung up.“Oh, God. No, no, no,” I muttered to myself, wiping my stray tears. “Fuck!”I walked back through the backdoor and into the kitchen of the restaurant where I worked as a waitress.I took shaky breaths, wiping the cold sweat off my forehead as I walked towards the manager’s office.“Come on in,” his gruff voice responded right after I knocked on the door.The door creaked open, revealing the man with his salt-and-pepper hair and matching moustache sitting behind his desk. There was a toothpick in his mouth and he sat almost lazily. The customized, illuminated nameplate on his table, which a lot of the staff laughed at behind his back, drew my at