Page 4 of Rhythm Of Our Souls
After my much-needed shower, I do feel a little bit better. And I’m fully hungry by the time I make it into the kitchen.
“Hey, your phone has been going off like crazy,” Jack informs me, nodding towards where I left my phone on the coffee table.
Knowing I should check first before doing anything else, I grab it and see who’s been calling me.
My brows furrow when I see three missed calls from my boss. “I’m just gonna make a quick phone call,” I tell Jack, heading back towards the basement where my bedroom is.
“Hey. Sorry, I missed your call. I was in the shower,” I tell my boss, Tyler.
“I know it’s your day off, but I need you to come down to the office.”
The hairs on the back of my neck rise at the tone of his voice. “What’s wrong?” I ask.
“This would be a better conversation to have in person,” he insists. “Can you come down?”
“Ah, yeah.” I run a hand through my hair, an uneasy feeling taking over. “I can be down in a half hour.”
“See you then.”
I stare at the phone, a heaviness settling in my stomach. Whatever this conversation is about, I know it can’t be good.
Unfortunately, I was right.
My head starts to spin as I down another glass of scotch. It’s the middle of the day, and I’m drunk.
Can’t blame me, though. I just lost my job. And now, I’m in a downward spiral, wondering what the fuck am I going to do with myself now.
I could always find another job, but the likelihood of them finding out about my past and reacting the way this job did is high.
The meeting was to discuss the fact that I didn’t disclose who my previous packmates were and the scandal they were involved in.How the hell was I supposed to know I had to do that?
They did a background check, and it came back clean. I was never charged with anything. Shouldn’t that have been good enough?
I guess for them, it wasn’t.
They’re reasoning for firing me was that while I was great at my job, one of the best employees they’ve ever had, they couldn’t risk being associated with me; my past wouldn’t look good for their reputation.
Tyler said, and I quote, “We can’t have someone who’s been associated with an Omega kidnapping. People entrust us with their lives, and it doesn’t look good. You understand, right?”
Sadly, I get it. I do actually understand. And it fucking sucks.
Because of my connection to that pack and their mistake, this is going to follow me around for the rest of my life.
“Another one,” I slur at the bartender.
He gives me a pitying look. “I’m sorry, I can’t rightfully do that. I can, however, give you water or a soda.”
Groaning, I let my head hit the bartop. “That might be for the best,” I sigh heavily.
“How about some wings? On the house. You look like you could use a little pick-me-up.”
“Sure,” I mumble. “I could go for some wings.”
An hour later, I’m still tipsy, but nowhere near as wasted as I was before. With some water, a few coffees, and food in my stomach, I head back home.
There’s a bit of luck on my side, because the house is empty when I get home.
I’m just getting inside my room when my phone rings. Looking at the caller ID, the corner of my lip lifts a bit. “Hey, little brother,” I greet Skyler after pressing answer.
