Apollo
My phone rang.
I glanced at it without interest, letting the vibration hum against the table while I weighed the effort it would take to answer. Chances were, she would just talk more than necessary. But after the third ring, I realized the noise wasn’t going to stop, so I picked it up.
“Well, if it’s not my best friend,” Genesis’s voice blasted through the speaker. “You actually picked up. I thought you’d be too occupied to answer my calls.”
I took a slow sip of my black coffee, my tone flat. “I’m still your boss. Yet you keep calling me however you want. Is that appropriate to you?”
“Of course,” she said. “Because you’re my friend. Which means I have every right to bother you.”
I didn’t bother to reason with her. These days, I’d realized that arguing with people required mo
