Phoenix
The last thing I wanted to do on a Sunday morning was wake up early and go in to open a retail store, but Jack and I had decided that it would be good for company culture if the big-bosses stepped in to help out while our general manager of the Manchester store was still in the hospital in the ICU. The assistant manager had taken over all the week-day shifts, Jack covered Saturday, and Sunday was on me.
I was doubly disappointed when I realized that Robyn was already leaving, without even saying good morning, this time taking her mother’s car. Her mother reported rather vaguely that she’d gone up north to go shopping. Weirdly enough, I didn’t peg Robyn as the shopping-for-leisure kind of girl, but what did I know? I tightened the tie around my collar and headed out to the ret
