My phone vibrated next to me, and I nearly fell off the bed. I had just hung up with Simona; what did she want now? I picked it up - a text from Christy.
Have you called Vickie?
No Should I?
Yes
Endless text messages got on my nerves, and I could tell this would go on for a bit. I hit dial and called her.
“You know I hate talking on the phone, right?” She did, but I hated texting more.
“Yeah, so what? I hate texting entire conversations. It’s good for a one-off message, but I will not sit here texting you when a phone call is quicker and more efficient.”
“Fine. So why not give Vickie a call? I’ve been thinking about it and going after Simona might not be such a good thing. I mean, she is your boss.”
“Who says I need to go after anyone? I’m perfectly fine the way I am.” I crossed
