She took her time in the shower. She was a bit sore from dancing she thought as she dressed in tracksuit pants and one of Vice’s t-shirts that she had taken a fancy to, and that he had given to her as a result. She could hear the men talking as she came down the hall between the bedrooms and the living area. As she entered, they fell silent, standing around the kitchen bench with open beers in their hands.
“Drink?” Victor asked her.
“I shouldn’t,” she said. “I need to lose a couple of kilos. You guys are really bad for my waistline. But pour me a red, please. What were you all talking about?” She slid onto one of the tall stools that lined up on the outside of the kitchen island.
“The label has asked for a meeting tomorrow,” Aaron said to her.
“Oh, gawd, no,” she rolled her e
