Chapter 27: Work Week Worries

The clouds are a thick blanket of gray and black as the rain pours on Miami. I pull into the parking lot of Ocean Tech with half a mind to turn around and go home. After the way I acted Saturday night, I’m sure that I’m either fired or demoted. Only one way to find out. I can see the bay in the distance, its waves overshooting the guardrail and watering the sidewalk. What a beautiful way to start a Monday.

I open my umbrella and make my way inside the empty lobby. Umbrella bags greet me at the door along with small towels and I am once again reminded of the life I live now. If this was the pub, umbrella bags would be the last thing I’d expect to see. Never mind a warm, embroidered towel. I’m earlier than normal so there’s no one around. For the first time since I arrived, I get to have the elevator to myself. I watch the floors tick by one by one. Ten. Eleven.