Imogene Scott
For the next few days, Elinor completely goes ghost on me. She isn’t returning my calls or my texts or emails! I’m gravely affected by it since she’s the only friend I have in LA. It’s all my fault for keeping the details from her. s**t!
I’m turning into an irrational mess, and I hate it. I can’t let her absence bother me when I have important decisions to make. Like now, in this conference room.
“So, our booth is ready. I was wondering if we could all go check it out to determine the digital mural arrangement.” Keith says, gesturing at me.
“Definitely.” I reply halfheartedly
Damien is seated at the edge of the table. He’s glancing at his phone screen. He finally looks up. “Y’all can go on. I’ll meet you at the site.”
He rushes out of the room and I exchange a confused
