She bursts out laughing. “I know. Maybe that was too soon, but I love your sense of humor, and I love who you are. I'm sure your sister is jealous of you for some things, too."
"Yeah, right. What does she have to be jealous of me for? I work at a company that my best friend's family owns, and I still might get fired. No offense to you, Emma."
"No offense taken," she says, laughing. "I mean, I'm barely hanging on to the job myself, and my family owns the paper." She laughs. "By the way, you don't even want to hear what my brothers had to say to me this morning."
"Oh, shit. What?"
"I’ll tell you later. I don't want to put you in an even worse mood."
"Oh, shit. Am I getting fired? For real, for real?"
"Let's just say, I think it is in your best interest to stay at that job and hopefully get a story that will make Holly sit up and take notice."
"So I guess I'm just going to come and get some more clothes and come right back then, huh?"
"Do you think it will be that bad?"
"I don't know. I just feel out of my league. Ghostwriting a book when I've never really written anything like that, being part of a writing group when the people seem kind of off… and then I don't know if Mr. Waverly is going to expect me to cook for him.What if he asks me to clean? I can barely clean my own place, let alone clean that mansion."
"I'm sure they have help. He's not going to be asking you that."
"Then why did he ask me to make him a sandwich? I just feel like my life is going down a path that it shouldn’t be, and I have no idea how to change it.”
“I understand, girl. I know you think that I have it easy because my family’s wealthy, but I kind of don’t know what I’ve got going on in my life either, and I don’t know where I’m going.”
“Oh, Emma, I’m sorry. I’ve just been talking about myself. I didn’t realize you were feeling that way, as well."
"It's okay, Gina. I just feel like I don't know what I'm doing with my life," she says. "I have no boyfriend. I am not excelling at my job. And I just feel like my parents are disappointed in me. My brothers are the businessmen, and I'm just me."
"Well, you were a covert spy for me, and you did an excellent job, so you should be proud of yourself for that.”
“Yeah, I mean, I’m not exactly proud of the fact that I was standing in dog shit outside of a jewelry store, spying on your situationship." She giggles. "I mean, it's kind of cool that you thought I was good enough to be a real spy."
"Oh, you could totally be a spy. You could go to Russia and fool them."
"Girl, be real. I would set foot in Russia, and they would immediately know that I was up to no good."
"True. Maybe." I giggle. "But only because your face gives everything away.”
“Your face does, too."
"I know. Shit. You know what I just thought? What if my face gives away that I think Hunter is gorgeous?"
"You think he's gorgeous?"
"I mean—I take it back. I don't think he's gorgeous-gorgeous. But…" I groan. "I can't stand the man. But he has abs for days, girl, and I haven't had sex in a long time."
"Well… maybe hit it and quit it."
"What?"
"Men do it all the time."
"But I can't stand him!"
"So? Hate sex is a thing."
"You think I should have sex with him just because I hate him?"
