But go to work
Sienna
We’ll see you later, Liv
Sienna
It’s going tobe okay
I hope so
Imogen
At least you went out in style
Back to ignoring you now
I tapmy phone on the card reader before stuffing it into my purse. Rushing out the door, I head straight to my flat. I don’t have much time to shower and change before work. I start my coffee pot as I take the fastest shower I’ve ever taken. I’m already running behind. Not being at home made me not have an alarm to wake up to.
By the time I finish getting ready, I’m only twenty minutes late. I’m thankful my flat is so close to the rink. Being late when I might get fired?
Not your best moment, Olivia.
Only a few people are buzzing around the front offices by the time I make it in. Our receptionist waves hello to me. I smile at her, ducking into my office. If I stay here all day, maybe no one will come looking to fire me.
The morning goes by in the blink of an eye. I ignore checking my email for trade deadline information. Blissful ignorance, right?
Except as I’m leaving for lunch, I run right into my manager, Joe.
“Olivia. The new coach arrived this morning and we have some last-minute forms for him to complete. Mind running them over to him to get signed?”
“Erm, okay.”
“Everything alright?” he asks, looking confused.
“No, I’m fine, Joe. Nothing else that you need to discuss with me?”
So much for not pointing out my error. Although, Idon’t know if I could sit and deal with the stress of waiting for the other shoe to drop.
He quirks a brow at me. “No. I appreciate you getting the trade paperwork ready. Willis is going to be a fine addition to the team.”
“What? I tried to file it last night and it said the deadline had passed.”
“I got an email this morning that there was a glitch with the portal, but it’s working now.”
I nod. “Right.”
He smiles at me. “Hopefully it didn’t cause you any undue stress.”
“It’s fine. I’ll get that paperwork filed today.”
“Great. Thanks for taking care of it, Olivia.”
“That’s alright.” I wave him off even though it really wasn’t alright—more like panic-inducing and causing a string of bad decisions, but I don’t need to let my boss know that. Taking the stack of papers from him, I stand from my desk. “I’ll take these down now.”
“Thanks.” He gives me a warm smile before turning on his heel to leave. “And hey, if he needs help with anything getting settled in the city, make sure he’s taken care of.”
“I will.” I head down the hall toward the coaches’ offices. My nerves are a jumbled mess inside of me.
