Sitting with the smuggest look on my face that I've ever had, I settle into my well-earned seat, a black leather boxy armchair that's both stylish and rather comfy, awaiting that victory drink. The saleswoman heads off through a random hallway and out of view, probably taking some time to herself after such an ordeal. While I wait, Eric and Joey keep looking between each other and me, knowing grins forming upon their own faces.
"You know," Joey starts, leaning forward slightly so we're the only ones that can hear him, "you could've told us what she was doing from the beginning. We would've handled it."
My smugness wanes as I look him in the eyes, dead serious. "I'm surprised I had to notify you to begin with. Especially after a full hour of being treated like that," I tell him honestly,
