"See you then," Jeremy chimes, ending the call before I could mutter a single word of gratitude.
Before I could think to shower or to even get up, I called my brother, finger impatiently tapping against the side of my phone.
"Answer, you bastard." I sneer at the phone, and by whatever luck that was sprinkled over me today, he answers.
"I got the job!" I yell into the phone, hearing Wystan hiss, but I didn't care about his ears at this very moment.
"Good f**k, Vicky. Lower your voice, I'm not deaf." Wystan sneers.
"Be happy for me." I demand, gritting the words out.
"Congratulations." Wystan sighs, and even though he doesn't sound happy for me, I know that he is. I've just damaged the aging man's ears.
"Thanks, I'm starting today. I'll talk to you later," And before he could ask qu
