And yet, with Ezra,I found it endearing. He’d built this empire out of blood, sweat, and a hell ofa lot of work. So for him to pour himself into his different businesses wasadmirable.
It didn’t mean thatI was changing my opinion on workaholics. But he always seemed to be theexception and not the rule. It wasannoyingfrustrating.
In one of hisemails, he’d mentioned wanting to hire his sister. I mean, right? How could younot find that completely swoon-worthy?
Not that he wasswoon-worthy in general. But maybe he wasn’t a totally intolerable person. Andmaybe there was a possibility that he knew what he was doing in business.
He for sure stillneeded my guidance.
But he wasn’ttotally helpless.
Spin class endedwith a groan from me and an enthusiastic fist pump from Vann.
“Vera, do somethingabout your brother,” I huffed. “His energy is getting on my nerves.”
Vann grinned at us,hopping off his stationary bike like he had no issue with taking the next classor moving or standing in general. Meanwhile, Vera and I weren’t going to beable to walk for two days, just in time to drag our carb-loving asses back hereand torture ourselves all over again.
“Listen, brother ofmine, this class is for people that hate exercise, hate losing weight and ingeneral, hate themselves. And if you can’t respect that, we’re going to have toask you to leave.”
He blinked at us.“This class is for experts. This is an advanced level class.”
Vera waved at someother spinners and tipped her water bottle in salute. “I want to look good inmy wedding dress,” she murmured more to herself than anyone else. “I want tolook good on my honeymoon.”
“Why areyouhere?” Vann asked me bluntly.
I shrugged. “Teamspirit? Also, I live off of take-out and Hot Pockets, and sit at a desk allday. I have to do something to counterbalance my lifestyle.”
“Thanks for thegreat class,” Vera called to the instructor as we walked into the hallway.
I didn’t feel thepressure to suck up to our evil instructor like Vera did. She was all aboutbeing nice to him because of the theory that he would be nice to her in return.I was all about googling how to make a voodoo doll that gave him temporaryparalysis of the legs.
But in a nice way.And only in the early morning.
Wewaddledwalked out of the room as a trio, Vann perfectly fine, Vera and I dying on theinside. And outside. And all the sides.
“We need protein shakes,”Vann announced.
Vera’s facescrunched in disgust and she shook her head back and forth quickly. “Don’t makeme. Molly, make the bad man go away.”
“Let’s make a runfor it, Vere. We won’t stop until we’re safely inside the girl’s locker room.On my signal…”
Vann let out anexasperated sound. “There’s something seriously wrong with you two. I don’tknow how you have any friends.”
“Well, forstarters, we don’t force them to drink protein shakes,” Vera countered.
Vann’s head tilted,considering. “I’m doing you a favor. They speed up your metabolism. Also, theydon’t taste gross. They make them with peanut butter and chocolate.”
Vera and I shared alook. “It couldn’t hurt to try them,” she said.
“I mean… we mightas well see what the fuss is about.”
Vann turned aroundand led us to the café, muttering the entire way. I pulled out my phone andfinally checked my email, careful not to trip over rogue weights, random jumpropes, or air.
Molly,
Call me when you get into the office. We can discuss the emailyou ignored over the weekend.
~Ezra
