AVA

It feels like I’ve just been slapped with something out of nowhere. Why the hell is he telling me to leave? What’s going on? It’s not even my closing hour yet.

I’m about to text back, my fingers already typing why, when his call flashes across my screen.

“Ava, you need to listen to me, leave that place immediately…”

My brow creases. “Why? What’s going on?”

“Don’t ask questions. I know you have a lot, and I’ll answer every damn one, but do me this favor and leave there. Now.”

“My job—”

“Fuck your job, Ava! Leave!” The panic in Nick’s voice, filled with anger, shuts me up real...