Chapter 12 – Josie (Anders)
Josie’s POV.
I would love to say my consumption of copious amounts of lager last night helped me sleep. But I would be telling a big fat lie. Normally, after the four days of 12-hour shifts end, that night I sleep like a baby. But oh no, not last night. Because I know I cannot put this off any longer, today is Friday, and I have to go see that arrogant arsehole and make my apologies, or face Station Officer Webbers wrath on Tuesday night, when I begin my nightshift.
This Anders-f*****g-Maxwell, man is annoying. Even his name screams ARSEHOLE at you. I mean we live in bloody Sunderland; which self-respecting Mackem calls their kid Anders!? But what is worse than his arrogant behaviour, is that for some unfathomable reason, I cannot stop thinking about him, n
