It’s been two weeks since the Yacht party and I’ve been living in my own personal hell. Preston didn’t return Tyson on Sunday like agreed; thank god he actually pretended to be a father and brought him to school that Monday. I had to instruct the teachers and principle to never allow anyone but myself to collect Tyson from school. Threats of a law suit keep coming my way, although I should be suiting him for child support. Stupid bastard.
I haven’t spoken to Cameron since the party; including emails as well. If it wasn’t work related, I heard nothing from him, nada, zilch.
“You look awful” Matt greeted from the desk.
“You’re back” I smiled in excitement. “I’ve missed you so much. You are actually right on time, new project!”
“I know. The one I was working on is over, thank god. Those p
