Brody
A headache greeted me when I woke, but it wasn’t the one in my skull.
I opened an eye, saw Gayle, and immediately wished I could go back to sleep. I didn’t need to ask. Everything came rushing in.
Talking to Morgan.
Drinking.
Watching Morgan running away.
More drinking.
Then Abigail.
The drinks hitting me.
I groaned. “Am I fired?”
Gayle looked up, folding the newspaper and tucking it back down into her purse. “No, but from what Shan says, you should be.”
Shan. “You’re on nickname basis?”
My manager grunted, a cocky grin teasing her lips. “Brody, it’s my job to be on nickname basis with almost everyone I meet. And to answer your question, you aren’t. Abby said she wasn’t there on movie business.”
Another nickname. I didn’t ask this time.
I waited to hear whatever lecture
