Chapter Twenty-Eight
“Hey. You’ll never guess who came home to roost.”
“No. Who?”
“Mitz,” Ava said.
“Mitz? She’s there?” Kathrine slumped. “She’s supposed to be at the flight school.”
“Yeah? Well she’s here. At the Adobe. Came to get her old job back but that ass in personnel was pissed on account of her quitting in the first place and wouldn’t let her have her old job. Said he would audition her for the dinner-show, instead.”
“He would audition her? Isn’t that the choreographer’s job? Mitz can’t dance and I’ve heard her sing.”
“Exactly!”
“You’re not telling me...”
“Yes, I am telling you.”
Kathrine dropped down onto her love seat. “Oh for christ’s-sake. Mitz put out for that jackass?”
“He bent her over his office desk.”
“Oh no, please. This is all my fault. God, is she okay?”
