Cold Hearted

Scarlett's POV:

I applied my lip balm, brushed my hair then grabbed my purse. Checking myself out in the mirror, I noticed the slight redness in my eyes making it obvious that I had been crying before now. Why won't I? When all things weren't going as expected.

My mom was traumatized over her pestering boss while I worked for months without getting paid. I mean how do we get to pay our bills? How do we even survive this?

The ping of my phone got me back to reality, I checked to see a message from the boss saying he was already waiting outside. My blood rose the instant I read the message, my heart felt like it flew out of my chest and my body felt like it was paralyzed.

One thing immediately hit me.

What if I tried to convince him? To at least spare me this once. Yes! I would do it.

It wouldn't be that bad, would it?

As I tried to calm myself down knowing I would be going to face my boss, my door abruptly swung opened and guess who walked in?

Max!

" Hey,"

I rolled my eyes and scoot