Heather pulled the phone from her ear and held back the irritation thudding through her temples. She locked eyes with Shannon whose thin eyebrows looked frazzled upon her scrunched brow. What, Shannon mouthed. Heather placed the phone back to her ear and held up a finger to her roommate. “So, which days do I get off this week then?” “That’s the thing, Heidi quit. Called out yesterday, interview I’m guessing, and then she called this morning and told me the Hilton Garden offered her a position with more pay. I need you,” Bill said. She’d never heard Bill plead. He’d always been like a commander—strong, firm, regimented; she actually felt a pang of sympathy for him. She was ecstatic to hear Heidi was gone, but that meant that she and the rest of their fellow coworkers would have to cover the pretentious, inconsiderate bitch’s shifts for the next week or two. “Look, it’ll be good money for you, and it will only be until I can get someone new.
