Chapter 131

Cassidy's POV

Just as I had made it to my car and was about to head home, my cell phone rang. I contemplated not answering it when I saw that it was work. Tomorrow was supposed to be my day off, but the only reason work would be calling me was because someone had called in sick.

It was amazing to me how many sick days some of my coworkers took. What was more amazing was that they still had jobs, but then again, there weren't all that many regulars that lived in Aspen and weren't working on the ski slopes or in the stores during the winter; Mr. March probably couldn't fire people because he needed the staff so much.

"Hello," I said as I winced in anticipation of what Mr. March was going to say.

"Can you work tomorrow?" Mr. March asked without any preamble to his request.

"Nope, I'm relaxing tomorrow. I've worked for the last seven days. Remember?"

"Cassidy, there's no one else."

"Why can't Adam work?"

"His grandmother died."