Chapter 14
Moira
My palms are sweaty, my breathing coming in short hard puffs of air as I try not to breathe through my nose. I am forced to stand here in line and wait for the new CEO to make his way down the line of employees. Timothy stands next to me, trying to force his way back into my life at every opportunity, including the one where we are all standing side by side.
His scent is probably what is making me want to throw up, or it can be the horrible scent of cinnamon from the stack of pancakes that is on the table beside me. It is sad, really, the fact that cinnamon makes my stomach turn. I loved cinnamon and loved pancakes as well, but for some reason, I can’t stand the scent of it right now.
I can hardly look up to see who the new CEO is. I can hear him coming closer, but I
