I'll be at her fucking mercy.
Maybe it's time I start playing fire with the fire in the same fucking fashion until I can take them once and for all.
But that'll mean I just have to get down and dirty with the rest of them.
Which is fine. I've had to in the past.
There's just one person who might be upset beyond all measure with me.
I'll leave you to figure it out.
"What would you propose our next steps would?" I ask.
Roy takes out his phone and dials it.
“Hi, Lorna,” he says into the device. “I have Mason here. He wants to talk to you.”
He hands me the phone.
On the other line is the salvation for my company.
The chance to live another day.
All for the small price of my soul.
23
Becca
It drives me crazy when I send a text message, and I don't get a response for days. Especially when that someone is Mason Kane. It's been several days and I haven't seen, or heard from, Mason. He hasn't shown up at my apartment, he won't answer my texts, and he won't answer my calls.
At work, he seems to be in meetings all day or offsite.
It's like I'm in the Twilight Zone or something without seeing him.
Can you blame me though, huh?
I love him.
I’m carrying his child.
Oh, God. I need to tell him.
It’s like fate is making this even harder for me to tell him than normal.
I try to send him another text:
"R U Alive?!"
Nothing.
I send another one: "This isn't funny. Can U at least let me know U R breathing?"
He still doesn't respond, and from what I can tell, the messages are delivered, but not read.
It's uncharacteristic of him. What did I do to deserve this?
One minute, things are going great, and the next … they aren't going at all.