CAMI: What happened now? Did he tie you up? Tell me you made him beg, I need this.
Why can’t she be serious for one moment in her damn life? Can’t she tell I am freaking out right now?Oh wait, no she can’t because she isn’t with me and can’t see my face. For fuck sake.
ME: No, shut up, listen.
I give her the cliffnotes of what is currently happening with me.
ME: Elevator just dinged. Someone got off. Big. Dangerous-looking. Not some suit.
Panic send.
ME: He knocked once at Asher’s office here. Said "Boss."
Panic send again.
ME: And then I heard Maverick’s name...
Bubbles pop up like she is typing and then go away. This process repeats for an ungodly amount of time until I bring up the message to type out another one. Then my phone dings with her reply.
CAMI: …Are you fucking kidding me?
Seriously? It took you that fucking long to type five words. I sigh.
ME: If Maverick works for Asher, and Asher is his boss… that means Asher isn’t just some CEO.
Wait. That means…
CAMI: Maverick my contact from The Order?
Her texts come in short bursts one right after the other.
CAMI: Maverick who I’ve been texting for party favors?
CAMI: Maverick who I’ve been FLIRTING with for a YEAR?
CAMI: And you’re telling me he works for Asher??!
ME: Asherisn’t just involved—he’s running the entire Order.
CAMI: What the actual FUCK.
ME: Yeah...
CAMI: That son of a bitch.
ME: Right!?!
Cami: I swear to God, Vi, I don’t know if I want to slap him or—fuck, I don’t even know what this thing between us is.
ME: He’s been lying to you.
CAMI: I am going to KILL HIM.
ME: Please record it if you do.
CAMI: Shut up, I hate you. I need to go scream into a pillow.
Lies.
