Sarah Ziemann

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“I’ll call him and tell him you’re ill, just this once, and you will get a hold of him tomorrow.” I don’t know if he was waiting for a thank you, but he doesn’t get one. “Understood, but be sure to let your protégé know that I won’t be doing anyone’s work. Ever.” He doesn’t respond but I know he heard me. He hangs up and I hang my head in defeat, not bothering to lift it as I read the text that comes through seconds later, a threatening warning from the man to never force him to have to call me again. Because he wouldn’t call if he didn’t have to. The tears I held off fall onto my bare feet, ...more
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