#Chapter94
The subway to work is crowded as usual, even at this early hour the smell and noise are overwhelming. I’m overly fragile, nausea plaguing me all the time these days; the stress of moving offices and away from Jake making me physically ill.
I check my watch for the fiftieth time this morning.
I’m late again … What the hell is wrong with me lately?
I groan inwardly. I can’t seem to get my head together or get back on track with anything. Giovanni Carrero has yelled at me so many times these last three weeks, I feel like resigning. He’s demoted me to coffee bearer for now and I’m slowly losing everything I’ve worked for. My reputation as an efficient PA is shot and I’ve heard the rumors circulating the building.
Jake Carrero dismissed me for my incompetence and moved me to his father’s building, because he felt sorry for me.
