Caly’s POV
I woke up stiff and sore, my head resting in the corner of the shower. My phone vibrated in my pocket, I figure that must be what woke me up. I think to myself that dress pockets were the best invention, and I laugh without humour. The memories of how I ended up in the shower flood back. What time was it? Has the morning come yet?
I don’t answer the phone fast enough, just as well, I doubt my voice box will cooperate, so I check the time. 11:30 pm the clock flashes, I need to get my s**t together and get back to work. A text comes in, the valet I spoke with earlier says the cars still hadn’t been seen to. I try to remember what time it was when I last spoke to the staff. That was more than two hours ago.
I pull myself up, I need to put on a brave face. I am going to find e
