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“I’ll leave you alone for a while. Let you figure your shit out,” he says.

“Thanks,” I mutter, grabbing my jacket from the back of the chair at the small dining table. I head for the door.

“Don’t forget your tip!” he calls out. I look at him over my shoulder, raising a brow. “Freezer,” he says.

I roll my eyes as I go to it, pulling out a brown paper bag. “Seriously? This looks like drug money.”

“Don’t ask; don’t tell,” he says with a shrug.

“Jesus,” I mutter, pulling the room door open.

“Talk to you in a few months!” he calls as the door closes. When I’m in the elevator, I check the time. If I hurry up, I could get to work on time, but I’m not sure I’m able to move that quickly today. I order a car and call the rehab while I’m waiting, letting them know I may be a few minutes late.

After showering quickly and changing into my scrubs, I order a car and count mytip.I can’t be sure if this is a legit tip or money because he feels bad. Fifteen thousand is an absurd tip, but I’m not too proud to accept it. I shove it into my closet because I’ll have to take a trip to the bank to deposit this much money, and I don't have time for that today. The car shows, and I head to work. I grab a coffee and a breakfast sandwich from the café before heading up, surprised I'm still on my feet.

“Good mo—” Max pauses, raising a brow when he sees me.

“Morning?” I finish, going around the counter.

“If you’re still sick, you can go home,” he says.

“I’m fine.” I grab a tablet and open the app to punch in.

“You don’t look fine.”

“Thanks,” I say, holding his gaze. “That’s very kind of you.”

Max shakes his head and goes back to whatever he was doing on the computer.

I feel like shit, but I should be able to get through the day. I checked my schedule for Foxy’s, and I don’t have a date tonight, so at least I can go home and just sleep. The morning goes by slowly, but I don’t throw up onanyone, so that’s something, and I'm too focused on feeling like shit to be sad about Theo. Another win, I guess.

My phone rings while I'm on my lunch break. I get worried when I see it’s Foxy calling. Not sure what she could want, but hopefully I didn’t fuck up with Charlie and get myself fired.

“Hello?” I answer.

“Hey, Tobias? It’s Foxy.”

“Yeah, it’s me. What’s up?”

“I wanted to check in and make sure you’re still alive.” There’s some attitude in her voice, but that’s just how she talks most of the time. It’s hard to tell if she’s being rude or just herself sometimes.

“Uh, yeah?” I say. “I’m alive.”

“You haven’t had a schedule up for over a week, and I don’t see anything for the near future either. Something going on?”

What? I don’t have a schedule up? That has to be a mistake.

“I’m sorry, my schedule isn’t up?”

“No,” she says, sounding more annoyed.

“I guess I didn’t push it through or something. I’m glad you told me.”

“Just get it fixed. Shoot me a text when it’s up, so I can approve it.”

“Sure, no problem. Thanks, and sorry again.”

I stare down at my phone when the call is done. How the hell did that happen? I lean back in my chair, my gaze still on my phone, and my food untouched. I didn’t eat the breakfast sandwich earlier and planned on eating it for lunch, but now I’m not hungry all over again.

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