“I DON’T KNOW what you’re talking about,” said Brandy after I gave her the third degree. She crossed her arms under her chest. “Obviously Adriana is mistaken or just looking for an excuse to break up with you.”
“She doesn’t play games like that. Where’s your phone?”
Her eyes widened. “In my purse. Why?”
“I want to check your calls.”
“Really? You think I’d stoop to something like that?” she snapped, looking upset.
“I don’t know, Brandy, but Adriana is angrier than hell and I need to find out what the f**k is going on.”
“I don’t even have her number.”
I ignored her. “Where’s your purse.”
She raised her chin. “Fine, you want to see my phone? It’s under the bar. When you don’t find anything on it, I expect an apology.”
I walked out of the break room and headed back to the bar. “Misty,
