Trusting Nicole (The Last Hangman MC #4)(80)

The only reason I’m staying here and not looking for another job is because I need to save up and this is the only place that would accommodate to my college schedule. I need to move out of the hellhole I’m living in at the minute, and help my father. He’s a retired soldier and lives off of a small military pension. It’s enough for him to pay the bills, food and the upkeep of his property, but that’s it. He could never treat himself to something he’d like or go for a weekend away somewhere. I know he’d love to go fishing with his military buddies but can never go because of the fee they ask for the permit. Hence why I’ve been working my ass off, to be able to live a normal life and put some money aside, and hopefully save enough to surprise him with the permit for his upcoming birthday.

I fail to stifle a yawn, glancing around hoping none of my colleagues saw me. I’m so tired, I don’t remember the last time I had a proper night of sleep. Between work and college I’ve been crazy busy, maybe getting 3-4 hours of sleep per night, even if I'm lucky. I won’t last long at this rate. I hope they're not asking too much for rent at that guy's place. My current roommate is charging me a lot, most likely to be able to buy herself whatever she wants since she doesn’t work. Her parents pay her half of the rent and she's always coming back with expensive things. She says they keep raising the rent but I’m done having her play me for a fool.

Two hours later I finally get my break. I make myself a coffee—no foam!— grab a muffin and head to the employee’s room. I sit down at the table closest to the window and take a sip before dialing the number on the paper. Here goes nothing…