[center][color=teal][h2]Jessamyn "Jess" Bailey[/h2][/color][/center]

While waiting, Jess tried to keep her mind off the situation by re-sorting the papers she'd dropped earlier, but all it did was remind her of the rough or sketchy customers who had visited so far. When Roxy called out to tell her the job was done, she grimaced. Seeing that guy again wasn't exactly something she looked forward to, though hopefully he'd make another quick exit.

It was best to get this over with. Picking up the phone, she dialled the number and let the man know his car was fixed, most likely sounding just as jittery as he did. No sooner had she put down the receiver than she heard the telltale beep of a notification from her own phone.

She pulled the device from her pocket and stared in dismay at the screen. All the notification showed was the email address - her mother's - and the subject, but that three word question said it all. [b]"Is everything alright?"[/b]

Her grip tightened on the phone. No, things weren't alright. Things were even less alright than she'd thought yesterday. She'd known her mother would ask for the truth, but there was no way she could reveal it. Especially not now. 

She was just about to read the message when she caught a glimpse of something on the desk. The card. If she left that lying around, the already paranoid man would be less than happy, and everything could get a whole lot worse for her and Roxy. Putting the phone back in her pocket, she grabbed the card and tore it down the middle, then lengthways, then into tiny pieces. Her hand shook again as she tried to throw the shreds into the wastepaper basket, and several of them fluttered to the floor, spiralling into a mess just like everything going on right now.

Leaning down and picking them up, she inwardly scolded herself to get her act together in time for the customer's arrival.