CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Life suddenly did not seem real. Even though I heard every word Sasha said loud and clear, I tried to tell myself that I had misheard it, that somehow Sasha had not just said what I thought she said. Yet I couldn’t convince myself of that, no matter how much I denied the facts.
Still, I said aloud anyway, “You’re lying.”
“She’s not,” said Rubberman in a heavy voice. He sighed. “I just sold the business to her. I no longer own it, the Elastic Cave, the Rubbermobile, or anything associated with the business. Even you and Adams are now employees of Munroe Acquisitions, Inc., instead of me.”
I looked at Sasha, who was now smiling as if she had just achieved all of her life’s dreams. “This is impossible.”
“No, it’s certainly possible,” said Sasha. “You can read the contrac
