Twelve

"You're a whore!"

"A cheap slut!"

"Get the fuck out of my house before I call the security on you!"

"You're fired!"

The angry outbursts of Chase rang in her head, repeating each word like a broken record. Maybe she was wrong in taking Dawn out after all. Maybe, she could have taken her to the ice cream stand instead. Maybe she could not have taken this job. She should have left on that first day.

"You are a cheap slut!" Something in her snapped at those words. Her only crime was taking a child he had spoiled out to have fun, and this was what she got in return?

"I said get the fuck out of my --"

"Enough!" Hailey cut him short, her teary eyes now blazed in anger. She couldn't take any more insults from him, or anyone. He was just her boss, and even if her pay was a whooping sum of multiple zeros, she would not be reduced to nothing.

On a normal day, she would not be subjected to this kind of job, boss or environment. She was a journalist for crying out loud, not some hobo, or a call gi