40. Tish

Chapter Forty

Tish

I was almost done for the day and was busy checking email on my laptop when my cell phone rang. I should've thought to check who was calling, but I was feeling more relaxed. My guard was down after finally dealing with the stress of the last few weeks.

"Hi, it's Tish," I answered.

"Fucking bitch," Paul opened with.

"Paul?" My heart started to pound in a rapid, sickly beat.

"Yeah. Why did you tell my parents that?"

"Because I don't trust you. I'm not asking for anything from you. No child support, no visits, nothing."

"You fucked me over, Tish."

Just as I was about to end the call, the line clicked. Restless, I stood from my desk. I needed some water. I started to cross my office, but I should've known better. My blood pressure began to plummet and I stumbled. I reached for my desk just as my knees gave out. I distantly heard something falling with me.

I had no idea how much time I was out, but it must've been a few minutes. When I dragged my eyes open, Archer was kneeling in front of me, telling someone, "I've already called 911. I have no idea what happened. I heard something fall and then a thump. I came in and she was unconscious. Oh wait, her eyes are opening. Tish? Are you okay?" He waved his hand in front of my face.

"I'm fine, Archer." I straightened slightly. I'd fallen at an awkward angle.

"She says she's fine," he said.

"Who are you talking to?" I mumbled.

"Griffin. He's on his way over with whoever's coming from the station."

"Oh, my God, you turned this into a whole drama," I muttered. I started to move, but my foot slipped out from under me on the carpeting, and I fell against my desk again.