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Later that evening, I met Curtis and Emmy for drinks at a bar not too far away from the Road Hog. A twinge of guilt poked at me for not giving our business to Hank.
“I’m so glad I’m out of there,” Curtis said, sipping his martini. “Be thankful you missed this past month with her, Mars. Jocelyn was every name in the b***h book and more.”
And more? I didn’t think it was possible to know more names.
“What am I going to do now?” Emmy asked, absently twirling the straw in her drink. “She’ll probably fight our unemployment claim like she did with Mars. I can’t survive very long without a job, especially since she never paid me last time.”
“And she probably won’t pay our current payroll or our vacation,” Curtis unhelpfully added.
Emmy paled.
“It’s okay,” I said, patting Emmy’s arm. “We’
