CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•|

"Don't worry. I'll wrap everything up, Des. You look tired. So, you go home and rest." Charlotte smiled at me, jabbing her index finger at my chest to tip me backwards so that I could leave.

"Are you sure?" I asked hesitantly.

"Yes, now shoo." She grabbed my bag off the countertop and stashed it against my chest.

"Goodnight, Char." I bid her farewell, throwing my backpack across my shoulder.

"Goodnight, Des!" she hollered back at me as I began walking out of the Café and that grabbed Tania's attention where she was seated, typing away on her system. She looked up, her unwelcoming gaze darting to me, and her scowl deepened.

I swallowed and looked away immediately.

I don't think Tania and I are ever going to be on the same page. To be honest, that was very fine with me. I didn't even want to be cool with someone who deducts my pay at any slightest mistake. It was as though the older woman had some kind of beef with me.

The glass doors swung open and I let myself ou