Chapter 3: We Are Hacked
Talia took a deep breath and picked up her mobile phone. Before she said a word an angry voice grumbled,
"Talia Whiteford! Get to the office, NOW!"
It was her boss of the moderately large PR firm Feldstein Associates. She could understand his frustration but she didn’t care.
"Mr. Feldstein, I’m on vacation. I’m already halfway around..."
"Ms. Whiteford! I know you are cooped up in your apartment. So... Get you ass here, right now!" he said gritting his teeth.
"Well, Joe... I can’t! I’m on vacation! Fire me!"
*beep*
Talia with no care, threw the phone on her bed and stood up,smiling. She could imagine Joe’s face red with anger right now. But this week, she is not going out of her apartment no matter what.
Seeing the date on the digital clock, her smile disappeared and she took a deep breath and pushed forward.
She went to the bathroom, cleaned herself up and went to the kitchen poured herself some cereal and milk. Sitting at the dining table, she just stared at the bowl and she couldn’t eat even a single mouthful as she didn’t feel hungry at all. She retched as she tried to swallow and in the end she stopped struggling to eat, disposed the cereal, popped in her medications and went back to her bedroom and plopped on the bed.
As she expected, her boss didn’t call her again but some time later, it was her assistant Stacy calling her.