As the reality of my situation became apparent in my mind, tears started to roll down my cheeks. I jumped at every passing sound, dreading his return.

His departure left me to stew over my situation. He was right. I’ll never be anything other than this, no one could ever love me knowing what I’ve done. At this thought, God sprung into my mind. The tears intensified, He couldn’t accept me now, not like this. I was a wreck, a failure, I wasn’t worthy of anyone’s love.

The time passed slowly, dragging out. The minutes seeming like hours.

Eventually, my reservoir of tears dried up and the door clicked open. I remained huddled on the couch as Mr. Black’s silouette appeared around the door.

“Are you ready to get back to work now?” he asked harshly.

I nodded. There was no way out of this situation, I would just have to bear it.

“Clean yourself up” he said bitterly, “I want you with a client within half an hour”

Again I nodded and I got slowly to my feet. As I walked past him he gave me a sneer. I kept going