"Oh," I reply. "If you're busy, then Friday it is. No worries. I just need to know if we're going somewhere fancy?"
Derrick nods. "I thought we'd go to Shasta."
I gasp. Shasta is upscale, classy, filled with the upper crust, the rich, and the famous.
"Are you sure you want to take me there?" I question.
"Why wouldn't I?" Derrick asks.
"I don't know. It's just so… much."
"If you'd rather go somewhere else—"
"No, no," I interrupt. "I'd like to go. I haven't ever been."
"You're in for a treat," Mark tells me. "Best food on the planet and the service is top notch."
"I'll pick you up at seven," Derrick tells me.
I nod. "Okay. I'll be ready."
I look down at my plate and my appetite is back. Fuck that Kristi bitch. She's gonna have to get in line and I'm first.
"I'll take this with me," I say, standing up and taking the plate as I walk out the door back to my office.
Chaos. That's what's going on in my life and why I'm so off kilter. It has nothing to do with Derrick Pierce.
How many lies is that today already?
Grudgingly admit: Pierce 4, Sullivan 1.
