34 CAMRYN“What’s wrong?” Olivia says the second she opens the door.
I headed straight here to the apartment home of my best friend and boss after leaving the disaster of a PR event I was running.
“What makes you think something’s wrong?”
Her gaze drifts to the glass bottle in my hands. “Vodka for lunch is generally a bad sign, no?”
I make a sound of agreement, a sad acceptance of her truth. “Can I come in or what?”
She opens the door wider and motions me forward. “Only if you promise to tell me what’s going on.”
I nod. I showed up here in a similar fashion six months ago when David and I broke up, and while wine had been my elixir of choice for that breakup, I knew today called for something much stronger.
She leads me into the kitchen to get me a glass of ice and a can of lime soda
