| 37 | It Goes Both Ways

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When I arrive at the country club for my shift, I interact with my coworkers but keep my distance. I don't initiate or prolong non-work-related conversations. I'm too preoccupied with thoughts of Dominico to wear my "accommodating nice girl" mask all day.

The gloomy sky casts a somber haze over the trimmed grass. The muted light filters through the half-drawn curtains while I stand beside the front desk, clutching my phone with clammy fingers.

I flow through my routine on auto-pilot. I busy myself with my daily tasks until the time says two o'clock. Finally.

At ten past two, I log off, clock out, then grab my purse on the bottom shelf. Before I exit the lobby, I check my notifications again.

My sugar daddy is still offline, but I'm surprisingly not bothered by his silence. Angelo's text isn't the message I'm eagerly waiting for today.

“The guy's busy. He's one of the big bosses. Of course he's busy,” I tell myself in my head after I nearly trip on the conc