“My brain was rolling, full of the constant reminder that I needed to do this. That I had no choice. Well, I thought bitterly, I guess I could just give up the gig. My stomach felt cold, and my palms couldn't seem to get dry, no matter how much I rubbed them on my thighs. No, giving up was never an option. The facility was brightly lit, but quiet, which struck me as sort of nice. I was used to loud gyms, full of muscle bound men slamming weights, and girls chattering endlessly between college cl...asses. I had picked this place only because the ad had claimed the trainer here would get me results. But, I had to admit, it was a relief to find the place wasn't crammed with people. I stood beside the small reception desk, feeling more anxious as I waited. There was no one sitting there, and I didn't know what, exactly, I should do. Rocking on my heels, checking my phone for the tenth time, I was halfway through exiting the doors and trying again later, when someone spoke up. “Oh, hey! You must be Freya!”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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