#Chapter 25- Breakfast
Fiona POV
Opening my eyes, I blink against the sunlight coming through the windows. The white ceiling above me rub at my eyes. Where the heck am I? My ceiling is a gross grey color and has weird water stains on it.
I gasp, my breath coming in and out too quickly.
Unease hits me, and I sit up, looking around until my eyes fall on Nolan. He’s watching me with wide, concerned eyes as I have my mini freak out.
“Wh-at…” I blink again, my memories coming back to me. I fell asleep in his office last night and never woke up.
“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” I stutter, jumping to my feet. Something falls off my body to the floor, and when I look down, a navy-blue suit jacket is pooled at my feet.
“You should take the day off,” Nolan says, gaining my attention again. “You won’t be any good if you’re too exhausted to work.”
I let my eyes drop to the floor, not wanting to see his anger. I can’t believe I fell asleep in his office and didn’t even know he was in the r

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