The call from Ryan was short, just few seconds, few words and immediately he ended the call, my brain short-circuited like a Nokia in a bathtub. I stared at the phone like it had just told me I was pregnant with a billionaire’s baby... emotionally, I kind of was.
“He wants to see me,” I said, voice barely a whisper.
Jynelle’s eyes sparked. “He what?”
"He wants to see me"
She blinked once.
Twice.
Then launched off the couch like she’d just seen Jesus doing a t****k dance. “He what?! When? WHERE?!”
“His office. Tomorrow.”
There was a beat of silence, and then she did the only logical thing a psychopathic best friend would do in this moment...
She popped champagne.
From where? I don’t know. She probably summoned it from the ninth dimension. She poured two glasses like we’d just won
