Bree’s POV
I almost don’t notice how many people are giving me weird looks as I make my way down the street in last nights club dress with my hair unbrushed and my make up smudged.
It occurred to me the moment I got off the elevator that I didn’t even grab my purse or phone, but there was no way I was going back to Cranston’s apartment though, so I just kept going.
Since I don’t have a way to get into my apartment, and the office is so close by, I figured I would just go there for now until I come up with a better plan.
I have a bathroom in my office and spare clothes to change into and that seems like a good place to start.
I just hope that I do not run into anyone I know before then, not that anyone really frequents the office on Saturday mornings.
Swiping furiously under my eye
