Chapter 16: No More Mr. Nice Guy

I wake up with the vague taste of cheerios and liquor lingering in my mouth. At least I managed to throw my beautiful dress over a chair before passing out last night. Can't say the same thing about the shoes though. I gather them from where I tossed them around the room. The events of the night replay in my mind as I get ready for the day. I remember that all my new work clothes are still back at the office and put on my beige pants and top, my black ballet flats a relief after last night's heels. I wipe the globs of makeup off my face, small parts still plastered under my eyes as I hear a light knock at my door. And he said he wouldn't come. I skip to the door and look through the peephole. A strange man in a black trench coat stands on my welcome mat instead of Saz.

"Um, can I help you?" I ask through the door.

"I've been given instructions by Mr. Fairweather to drive you to Ocean Tech. I will be waiting outside for you."