Thank you.
I wasn’t expecting a reply, since Naomi had said Henry was stuck in a call, but to my surprise, I got one right away.
Snowflake:
You’re welcome. I hope you like it.
Me:
It’s perfect, so much better than my old one.
Snowflake:
I’m glad.
Me:
You really don’t need it?
Snowflake:
No, you can have it.
Me:
OK. I just don’t want to take advantage of you.
Snowflake:
You’re not. Anyway, it’s not like I’m getting nothing out of it.
Me:
Oh, really?
Snowflake:
Yes. Now I can message you.
Me:
That doesn’t sound like a fair exchange.
Snowflake:
It is. Believe me. I need to talk to someone who doesn’t make me want to rip every single hair from my head.
Me:
Is it that bad?
Henry was typing, but it took a while until he sent his answer.
Snowflake:
Worse. We’ve had another resignation and more cancellations. And my dad is furious because his case is being taken to court. He’s mad about how much the bail is, even though his wife has gone on shopping sprees before where she’s spent more than the bail. He’s fired and rehired his lawyers at least seven times in the last six days. Vivian, his crisis manager, is going berserk about the media coverage, and she’s trying to talk me into doing interviews and photo shoots so they can report on me instead of on him. Like I’m his fucking shield. And as if that weren’t enough, there are even more journalists loitering outside the hotel now. I had to hire a security company today to make sure they don’t harass our guests.
Me:
