Chapter 7

It’s after twelve. My head is a little woozy and stuffy as it’s now sweltering in the office, stifling and making me nauseous. I’ve called maintenance twice to find out why they still haven’t fixed the AC; it’s blowing out tropical heat rather than cold air and baking us all. My face is flaming, and my pulse is beating fast and hard like I’ve been sprinting. My clothes are clinging to me with dampness, and I’m irritated because of the inability to breathe or find relief. It’s oppressive.

Margo has left for lunch, and I will follow up on her return. She was wavering in the heat as much as I was, but I told her I was okay to stay, wanting to prove my abilities.

Ever the hero, Emma! Good move.

This is a huge sign of trust, and I think she’s testing my capabilities, leaving me to man the fort and cope alone during a hectic schedule. It’s been three days since Jake returned, and I feel like Margo is relying on me a little more, that I’m living up to her expectations and