Disaster II

As Shawn told me something horrible had happened at the office, goosebumps attacked my pores. I spoke back into my own phone.

“Jacob, what disaster?” I asked, tensed.

However, the silence that answered back at me indicated that Jacob had hung up. Exasperated, I trembled, lost for what to do.

“Why do you have that look? Who called you?” Shawn, who had already begun to get ready to go tend to his own crisis asked.

Thankfully, I was naked. I headed to the bathroom. “It’s Jacob.”

“Who is Jacob?”

“The site’s supervisor. Said there’s a disaster.”

“Oh, fuck. Not the site. You should go now.”

“Yes. Isn't that what I'm doing?!” I hollered. I was getting paranoid.

“Easy, easy,” Shawn whispered and waited for me to be done showering before doing so himself.

I bet I didn't use up to a minute before stepping out of the shower. I used even less to get dressed. My hair was messy from all the overnight sex but I let it be. I drove like a mad woman to the site.

On getting there, I found that the disa