She grabbed her phone, fingers flying across the screen as she made the transfer. Watching her hard-earned money vanish from her account.
Still, she wasn't ready to sink. She dialed her former job at the café. "Hey, Donald. I hope it's not too late to call… I just wanted to tell you I'll be resuming back on Monday."
Then came the pause.
"What? No… no… I told you I would be back. The gig was just for a month. Donald, don't do this to me. I need the job. Donald… Donald?"
But the line was already dead.
Ivy lowered the phone slowly, staring at the screen as if it might magically light back up with an answer.
