GavinPip is still sitting in the living room. He’s wearing an unobtrusive expression that indicates he heard everything.
“Is it surprising?” I ask him.
“Is what surprising?” he asks me.
With a bitter smile, I say, “Knowing that your Boss is as big an i***t as the rest of them. Fell for Torrie Piccolo of all women.”
Pip shakes his head, slides his foot side to side over the black tiles.
“You’re not an idiot.”
I flop down on the couch and glare at the black cityscape on the wall across from me. All the buildings are fused into one black rectangle with white squares of lights, while the sky is a single ashen swirl. It’s the view of an apocalypse, of no hope, of how I’m feeling right now.
“Yes, I am, Pip.”
Even as I speak, I’m reaching for my phone on the table. To check if Torrie’s te
