It was about a month after she quit her job at Ryker & Paul. It was a Saturday, a very wet Saturday afternoon. She was lying in bed, staring at the stained ceiling of her and Brie's tiny apartment. She didn't like stains. She hated stains.
A lot had changed since then. She found a new job. Not as any CEO's personal assistant, but as a waitress in a very fancy restaurant downtown. The salary was crap, but the tips were great. At the end of her first month, she made enough to pay her bills, have some money in her wallet and deposit money in her savings account. Just enough.
Brie was in the kitchen preparing enchiladas. She loved it when Brie cooked. Brie was actually good at cooking. What Brie wasn't good at was singing yet she insisted on singing whenever she was cooking. So in her hone
