Dr. Fairclough folded her hands on the desk in front of her. “This gives me no pleasure, O’Donnell…” I couldn’t tell if she meant having to talk to me or what she was about to say. Either way, it didn’t bode well. “Shit, am I fired?” “Not yet, but I’ve had to answer three emails about you today, and that’s three more emails than I normally like to answer.” “Emails about me?” I knew where this was going. I’d probably always known. “Is this because of the pictures?” She gave a curt nod. “Yes. When we took you on, you told us that was behind you.” “It was. I mean, it is. I just made the mistake
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