Twenty

Mac

“You’ve gotta be fucking with me.”

I stared at the blank screen and I tried to hold onto my temper. I really did try. But the fucking system had screwed up the results of my chemical test. I’d finally given in and decided to give SAS - the system Blair had set up a try, especially since the others couldn’t stop singing its praises enough. I had carefully followed the step by step instructions, I was sure there were no mistakes on my end.

But of course, something had gone wrong, the machine had spewed some bullshit long ass error message and the screen had gone blank. Which meant that the hours I’d put in, the late nights and sleepovers at the office had gone down the drain. If I’d just stuck to my usual method, none of this bullshit would be happening right now.

Maybe if I hadn’t already been in a foul mood, I would have been able to remain calm. But last night, Blake had reported that he’d been called out to a shifter pack