Chapter 3The Unspoken Term

As their figures receded, I stopped David.

"I've already called an Uber," I said. "Just cover my lost wages for the day, please. Two hundred and thirty-seven dollars."

David, looking utterly mortified, transferred the money and left.

I stuck a large bandage over my knee. Unfortunately, my Uber driver called to cancel, stuck in a massive traffic jam. I pushed myself up from the curb and began the slow, painful walk to my office.

Today was September 28th.

I had exactly two months until my contract with Carter was up.

It was time to start planning my exit.