I’m never gonna get out of debt…
Her words echoed through my mind as we soared away from the in-home care facility.
And if Scout wasn’t with me, I would’ve used my mods just to kick it up a notch.
Just to get back to her all that much sooner.
27
JASMINE
I woke up to Ranger filling me in on the fact that my laptop had been cloned and that it was safe to use. He told me that Ghost and Scout had taken my original laptop back to my place to plant it in the hopes of warding off any other attacks to my place.
I didn’t care about that place, though.
I’d never be able to go back to it.
I cruised around on the laptop for a little bit, though. Checking the date and the time was a sobering experience. How in the hell had I already been at the clubhouse for a week?
It felt like years, to be honest.
The first thing that I did was check my email, and sure enough, I had two very specific emails in there addressed to me. Both from the firm. The first email was the basic informative confirmation that my paycheck dropped into my account.
The second email was my termination email.
That didn’t shock me, of course. I hadn’t been to work in… I counted the days in my head and groaned. Almost a week and a half. I checked the date of the termination email and was honestly surprised. It was dated five days after the last time I stepped foot into that firm.
I figured they would’ve fired me twenty-four hours after not showing up.
I hated that I couldn’t touch my money, though. It sat there like a lead weight, taunting me with its five digits.
Five. Fucking. Digits.
No wonder they paid me so much money.
Ranger filled me in on the fact that they very well could be tracking my bank accounts, waiting to strike whenever my card popped up onto the radar somewhere. So even though the money was there, all I could do was look at it.
I wanted to at least pay off some of my debt.
I mean, it wasn’t like I paid bills at the clubhouse or something.
Ranger assured me that the laptop was locked down, just like the rest of the girls with their technology, but that not accessing my money was more of a precautionary thing more than anything else.
‘No use rocking the boat when it’s already swaying.’
That was what Ranger said anyway.
I looked up at the television screens and got brave. I reached up and pressed a couple of buttons, watching as two of the screens illuminated with nothing but static.
“Oh,” I said as I turned on the other screens.
They were all staticky.
They were all blank.
Did they take down the cameras in my place?
I should’ve felt relieved at that, but I didn’t. My stomach fluttered with butterflies attempting to break free, and not in a good way. Did something happen while Ghost was at my place?
