Arya:
“No s**t, we are going to the summit gala tomorrow.” Wendy exclaims, her face beaming with a smile. “Oh my gosh, Arya. Do you know how important this party is to like every socialite in New York? The food, the drinks, the hot men. This is going to be like...hell, the best day of our lives tomorrow.”
I look up from my computer, putting on a bright smile, “Yeah, I guess so.”
Axel rolls his eyes, typing on his keyboard, “Party my ass, I rather be at home lounging with my cat.”
“Maybe Clara is planning on promoting us?” Wendy asks, hope filled in her voice. I don’t think Clara will ever promote us, I just think we are going to be trapped in the little cubicle with a computer that takes hours to load and cheap stale coffee in this tiny room where she jammed Wendy, Axel and I.
Someti
