Chapter22:

CHAPTER 22. A PORN BAR HARA “But – but that's against the rules. You do know that, right?“ I asked skeptically. “I do, and I'm so sorry for putting you in such a hard spot, but I have no choice. I need to be home. I need to be with my child,“ “Isn't there someone else who can cover for you? Someone from your floor,“ Quizzing her so much seemed to be getting her more agitated. I couldn't help but feel bad. “We all got the same shift. I wasn't early enough to meet those whose shifts already ended.” “What about a friend–“ I got cut off by the constant buzzing of her phone. Her eyes lit in agony and she was looking up at me again. “Please, dear. My son's just 8 and he's got a walking disability. And did I forget to mention that he's alone? I can't be with him all the time, but in times like this, I should be by his side,“ “Don't you have a nanny or someone who'd attend to him till you get home?“ “It's just my Mum. But she's old and got dementia. Not much of a help. Please, dear. I know you