I’m working late, trying to get through the last of today’s urgent decisions so I can start with fresh business in the morning, when my phone buzzes.
I“Yes, Francine, I know I shouldn’t live at the office,” I mutter as I grab my phone and look down at the screen.
But to my surprise, it’s a text from Presley. And even more surprising, it reads: heeyyyy sexxxy, followed by a smattering of eggplant and fire emojis. What the hell?
heeyyyy sexxxy, What the hell?I do a double-take to confirm that the sender really is her. Maybe someone took her phone as a prank? Then I remember that she got her promotion today, and text back:
I take it you’re having a night out to celebrate?
The response is immediate:
im so drink haha
I snort, my lips twitching. I’ve seen her tipsy before, but drunk is n
