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Her shoulders slumped, and she nodded. Frankie should not have panicked as much as she did, but she couldn’t help it.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have panicked like that,” she mumbled.
“No need to be sorry. We haven’t hired anyone in a while, and I sometimes forget to watch my words.” He smiled at her.
But he shouldn’t have to watch his words. What he said was nothing wrong. It was her mind, and how worried she was about things.
“Now, let me show you around so you know where you are cleaning.” Noah held his hand out.
Frankie grabbed it without thinking, letting him guide her.
CHAPTER 8
FRANKIE
“Falling asleep?” Trent asked.
Frankie squealed and quickly turned around. “No!”
Trent eyed her up and down, probably considering how tired she looked. Frankie hadn’t had a cleaning job in a while, and it was kicking her in the bottom. The number of times she had to get up off the ground before lowering herself back down was too many to count.
She was going to be sore tomorrow.
How was she going to do this job if on day one she was panting and wanting to quit? No, she couldn’t quit. She told Noah she wouldn’t do that to him, and she needed the insurance and money. She needed to stick it out. It couldn’t always be like this, right? Maybe they hadn’t had a cleaner in a while, and the person who came in before her didn’t do a good job?
Nothing was making sense in her mind anymore. Was she even thinking in English? What other language would she be thinking in? English was the only language she knew.
“Woah.” Trent held onto her shoulders. “You’re okay. Take a deep breath. Why don’t you sit down?”
She shook her head. If she sat down now, she would not be able to get back up, and it would be embarrassing.
“Are you okay, Frankie?” he asked. “Do you need anything?”
“I’m okay,” she whispered.
But she was anything but okay. Not getting enough sleep, not eating, and drinking enough was taking a toll on her. Or maybe it was everything in her life catching up to her, and she wasn’t dealing with it well.
Trent eyed her, obviously not liking her answer. Or maybe he didn’t hear her.
“I’m okay,” she repeated.
“I heard you the first time, but I have to disagree. When was the last time you drank something?” he asked, keeping hold of her shoulders.
“Lunch?” she replied, unsure. When was the last time? She didn’t keep track of things like that. It was too cumbersome to try to remember it all when so many other important things were happening around her.
“I don’t like that answer,” he grumbled. “You stay right here, leaning against the wall, while I get you a drink of water. Understand?”
“Yes.” she leaned against the wall like he said.
If she leaned her head on the wall, she might fall asleep on the spot. The club was in a good part of town, and having so many people in here was making her feel safe. Which was something she wasn’t used to, and it was showing just how exhausted she was.
How much longer could she keep up being so vigilant about her surroundings? How much longer could she go without getting good sleep?
Frankie knew it wasn’t long, and she was worried she was going to pass out anywhere and be in trouble. Would people look after her, or would they let anything happen to her? A shivermade its way through her body at the thought. No time to think about that.
“Frankie?” Trent called out.
“Yes?” She opened her eyes and looked at him.
