The girl gasped and pushed herself further away from the desk where she was working at. She stared at me with wide eyes filled with fear, and her hands continued to shake while she held her phone tighter in her grasp. "That's it, I am c-"

The door to the manager's office opened, interrupting the girl from telling me that she was going to call the police, and a gangly man with bushy eyebrows rushed into the room before she could finish her sentence.

"You got shot at?" the gangly man, Weston, asked and walked over to the desk, glancing at the girl that was sitting there with her phone still out and was visibly shaking from the fear she was under. "Go ahead and take a fifteen minute break and calm yourself down, Blaire. I can handle this."

The girl didn't need to be told twice and basically ran to the break room, leaving us in the dust without so much of a word.

"Hmph." Weston looked in the direction that she had gone in before he looked at me with a raised eyebrow in question. "Who would shoot you besides her now?" he asked and walked the rest of the way over to the desk.

"Oh, plenty of people," I said and rolled my eyes, biting back a small scowl of annoyance. "However, there are only two people that would be stupid enough to do it, though."

Weston picked up what I had tossed at the girl without much of a fight and sat down at the desk, biting back a small groan while he did so. "Can I take a guess?" he asked and raised an eyebrow in question while he studied me.

I grunted and gestured for him to be my guest, pursing my lips in annoyance without saying a word.

"Ethan's dad or the sperm donor?" he asked and raised his eyebrow higher in question. He turned his attention to the stuff that I wanted to have done while he waited for me to answer his question.

"Ethan's dad?" Drew asked before I could say who it was that had shot at me. He furrowed his brows and cocked his head to the side while he studied me, biting back a small frown. "Why would Ethan's dad shoot at you?"

"Gee, I wonder why," I said sarcastically and rolled my eyes, biting back a small scowl. "He doesn't like me, especially since I helped his ex-wife and kids escape and live somewhere else where he can't get to them."

Weston paused in doing what he was doing and looked at me while he narrowed his eyes and bit back a small scowl of annoyance. "Does that mean you have a different apartment under your name, Miss Prescott?" he asked and raised an eyebrow in question.

"Possibly," I said and shrugged, biting back a small grimace. "Now, are you almost done with what you need to do so that I can have my stuff back? I need to see Grams and get yelled at by her for being so "stupid" about telling her to leave the house and staying there myself." I rolled my eyes and scowled, pressing my lips into a thin line.

"Hmph." He nodded and started to go back to work on what I needed him to do. "So I assume that it is the sperm donor that had shot at you?" he asked.

"Amongst other things before that, but yes." I nodded and moved a hand through my hair and across my face, biting back a small scowl of annoyance. "They're finally getting a divorce."

"Who gets the house?" Weston asked while he continued to get things done without looking at me. "And its workers?"

I shrugged and grimaced, pressing my lips into a thin line while my heart ached. "Don't know," I said coldly before I moved a hand through my hair and across my face, feeling exhausted for some reason. "There is a lot of shit that is going to change in the next few weeks or so."

Weston nodded. "Does that mean you are living here full time?" he asked. He finished with what he needed to do and printed out some paperwork for me to sign.

"For the weekend for now," I said and shrugged. "After that, I am hoping that I can go ahead and live at home, but that isn't going to happen if the house basically gets sold to the highest bidder."

"And what will happen with the workers?" He grabbed the stuff he needed me to sign and then moved it back to me. "I can hire some of them if you give them a good reference. Most of them are competent, right?" He flashed me a cheeky grin and a wink.

I scowled and narrowed my eyes at the man before me. "Wally and Trish are going to be staying whenever I am going," I said with a shake of my head. "The others are competent, and if they want to work here, I will see. However, I am trying to make sure that they do not lose their jobs."

"What about you losing your home?"

"I have this place and then Grams will probably take me away from here if it gets to that point and make me live with her until I am eighteen or beyond," I said. I skimmed over the paperwork that I needed to sign, even though I basically knew everything by heart, earning a small tsk from Weston.

"Nothing has changed, Miss Prescott," he said teasingly while he narrowed his eyes and scowled. "Why are you reading it?"

"I am not," I said and signed where I needed to sign. "I am skimming it to make sure that nothing has changed."

"Well, I can assure you that nothing has changed with the paperwork," he said and shook his head. "If anything does change, then I would have personally made sure that you are aware of any changes that have been made."

"You hired someone that did not do their job and basically ignored me, even though I "rent" an apartment from here," I said and signed and dated the rest of the stuff that needed to be signed and dated. "That has changed." I gave him a pointed look, and he grinned and shrugged.

"Well, that is because I do not have a grumpy ass who knows how to do shit as a worker and knows how to get shit done," he said and flashed me a small smirk and a wink, and I rolled my eyes and scowled. "Let me know if there is anything else I can do for you, Miss Prescott. Be careful while you are here."

"I ain't kidding about the cop or detective at the back of the building or to the side of it or wherever the hell he put himself after making sure that I got to the apartment safely," I said and grabbed the stuff when he pushed it to me. "Someone is here to make sure that I stay safe and do not do anything stupid."

"Hmph." Weston nodded. "Now, go ahead and get out of my office, Miss Prescott. I am tired of being in your presence." He flashed me a small smirk and a wink, and I rolled my eyes and grabbed my stuff, biting back a small scowl.

"That's good because I was done being in your presence as well," I replied, tersely. "I'll see you later, Weston, and I will keep you updated as to what's going on with my crew and me. Thanks again."

I flicked two fingers in a salute before I turned around and started to walk away from him. "Later."

And with that and without another word, Dew and I walked out of the office with me stewing over everything that had happened over the past few hours.

Great...