Chapter 4
Angie had been banging on Erica’s room door for nearly five minutes before she finally answered. Erica unlocked the door, cracked it open, and then disappeared back into the darkness of her room. Angie pushed the door open, flooding it with bright sunlight.
“Uhhh,” Erica said, stumbling over to her bed and collapsing face first into it.
“You’re not ready?” Angie asked. “Erica, we’re meeting with Copeland in half an hour!”
“Do I have to go?” she muttered into her pillow.
“Yes, that’s why I’m paying you,” Angie said, exasperated. She was used to Erica acting like this by now, though she’d be lying if she said she enjoyed having to always poke and prod her into doing her job. “Now get up and get ready so we can leave.”
“I need to take a shower first,” Erica answered, roll
