“So?” Heather said, leaning back against the balcony that overlooked Pittsburgh. She pulled her white fur coat over her shoulders and placed one of her red bottoms against the concrete wall. “Did you give him the contract back?”
“I want to do it when the time is right,” I hummed, glancing into the party at Steven.
Steven and Hector chatted with each other over a glass of wine on the suede white couches at Alta for their New Year’s Eve party. I glanced at Athena, who stumbled onto the balcony after flirting heavily with Charlie.
heavily “You sure the contract looks good?” I asked Athena.
She threw her arm around my shoulders. “You literally haven’t given it back to him yet?!”
Heather threw her hands into the air. “That’s what I’m saying.”
“The contract is perfection.” Athena giggled,
