The door opened and Charisma poked in her head. “Hi, do you mind some company?”
“Not at all,” Jocelyn struggled to sit up, but the black woman waved her off.
“No, don’t worry. I’ve been through the same thing; sitting is a good idea, if you can,” and she gave a delightfully wicked grin. “Besides, they’ll have your car ready in a moment and you’ll be able to go to your new apartment.”
The slim woman sat easily on the floor next to her. “So, I hear we’re going to be working together.”
“That’s what I understand,” Jocelyn’s voice was numb, distant, and Charisma chuckled.
“I know; the first time is brutal, but it does get easier. And once you receive that first check, and you look around your luxury apartment and you’re driving to work in your sports car, it’s a hell of a lot easier t
