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“Don’t come in today,” Tabb said over the phone.I was already dressed for work–or dressed in what I wore to work: Sweatpants, baggy T-shirt. All of it would come off in the ladies room when I arrived.”It’s my business,” I said. “You can’t do this.””You sold your business,” he said. “I’m sorry. After what I’ve learned, I have no choice.””I thought we had an agreement, Steven,” I said.He made a sort of choking gagging noise over the phone.”What happened yesterday was unethical. It was a lapse in judgement on my part and it won’t happen again.””What won’t? You getting fucked by two of your employees?”I could almost hear him blushing through the receiver.”That won’t happen. And you whoring out Karissa won’t happen either. I won’t be the proprietor of a brothel,” Tabb said. “And you won’t make me complicit in this either.”Tabb hung up the phone. I sat down against the wall in my kitchen and let the receiver fall out of my hand and onto the floor. Looking around, I saw everything that I had built with my busines:. My new black tiled kitchen, spotless new appliances, my new 4K TV that I never watched.I could burn Tabb to the ground. I could tell the police it had been his idea, the whole thing. But I had no evidence. He had none of the money and I had all of this. No. It was over. I was out of a job. It Beşevler escort bayan was over. I got myself up off the floor and took a habitual sip out of my thermos, tasting my black morning coffee that I wouldn’t now be drinking on my way into work. I looked at my bag beside the door and the white robe folded up inside of it, the lube I knew was at the bottom.Then I went into the cabinet, unscrewed the top of my thermos, and poured a healthy dose of Jack and Kahlua in with the coffee. I drank. It tasted awful, but strong.I was halfway through my makeshift drink when my cell rang again. This would be Tabb, begging me to come back.”Hello,” I said.It was Karissa.”Hi,” she said. “Tabb sent me home. Where are you?”I told her about Tabb’s call.”I didn’t think he had the balls,” I said. “I thought if we fucked him, that would be it.””Are you drunk?” she asked.I looked into my drink. Do I sound that drunk?”Not yet,” I said, drinking again. “I can’t believe we fucked him for nothing.””I didn’t mind,” Karissa said. I could hear her car blinker over the phone. She must have had me on speaker.I hestitated. As my coffee cooled, I took larger and larger sips. I could see the bottom of the thermos now.”Do you,” I said. “Do you want to hang out?””I’m already on my way,” Escort Çankaya she said. “You shouldn’t be alone right now. I’ll be there in five minutes.”My heart leapt confusingly in a drunk sort of way. I was glad to hear her say it, but not because she was a good friend. I’d never really thought of Karissa as a friend before. Now, something was differnt. It could have been the booze.When she told me she was on her way already, without me asking, I had a suspicion that it wasn’t purely to check on me. But I pushed that thought down. She was a nice girl. She always looked up to me, did whatever I asked.”Great,” I said. “Thanks.”She hung up and I finished my drink. I got up and realized I was still wearing my travel clothes. Karissa always came in dressed like she was ready for anything. Sometimes a romper and low heels or a summery dress that showed her cleavage. I wanted to look presentable, but I didn’t have time.I took off my T-shirt and sweatpants and stood naked in the kitchen for a moment. Then I put on my robe and crammed my travel clothes into my bag and tossed that into the bedroom. I searched through the cabinets and found a bottle of wine. I poured two glasses and put on some music.When I sat down again, I worried that Karissa would get the wrong impression. Cebeci escort I turned off the music and sat down again. It was too quiet so I turned on the television. A soap opera was playing. Low music and a man and a woman talking close in a dark restaurant. I flipped the channel to network news and there came a knock on the door.I let Karissa in and we sat down on my loveseat in the living room. I gave her a glass of wine.”Early,” she said. “You’re dressed for work?””Yeah, I was just on my way out the door when he called.”She was wearing a lowcut, floral patterned black romper and as far as I could tell, nothing else. Now that she was here, I could tell that she was nervous about something. Maybe I was right to suspect her motives. I realized I didn’t have much to say now. We both drank.”You were great, by the way,” I said.”Really?” she said, looking shyly over at me.”Incredible,” I said.Karissa was playing with the hem of her romper, pulling it back over smooth skin and pushing it down again. The was swirling her wine absentmindedly with her other hand.”What did you like about it?” she asked suddenly.”The sex?” I said. I had only meant that she picked up on everything so quickly. I only meant that she almost saved my business. “Oh, god. All of it.”She laughed. We both laughed and looked away from one another.”It was great,” I said.”So great,” she said.I pulled the fold of my robe over my chest to keep my breasts hidden. “What do you think happened with Jean?” she asked.”Oh I don’t know,” I said. “I was going to ask her to join us soon, you know.””Really?” Karissa said. “She’s so hot.”