Chapter Nine
“Kiara, I know that you’re in there. Jenny just dropped me off. She’s going back to Fission to help with inventory. I’m not going away so you may as well let me in,” Chase tells me from the hallway.
It’s been three hours since I got home. The moment I arrived, I collapsed on the couch to pour over my file, and I’ve been here ever since. Aside from the video, it contained several statements from Paul, James, and an assortment of male chefs I’ve had classes with. All of the statements are basically the same, accusing me of making inappropriate s****l advances and making my peers uncomfortable. Not a damn thing in the file is true, but I’m humiliated that Chase and Madison have read the lies. I reluctantly swing open the front door and let Chase into the apartment.
“I know tha
