how to work it. Nothing seemed to work and, at the moment, she was stuck watching sports.
When her cell chimed, she nearly jumped off the couch. She stared at the display, but the unknown number baffled her.
“Hello?” she said uncertainty.
“Save this number, woman. This club is amazing! I can’t wait until it’s filled up tonight.”
Olivia sighed at the sound of her friend’s voice. “Hey, Jess. So is this the club number?”
“Yup. All set up and ready to go. You ready to get your funk on?” Jessica laughed lightly on the phone. Always ready for the next big party.
“Shit,” Olivia mumbled.
“Oh no you don’t,” her friend started in. “You are not pulling this shit. This is the big opening, and I need all the support I can get. You know what a big deal this is for me.”
She did know what a big deal this was. In fact, it had been the only thing her friend had talked about for weeks. As her first big marketing event on her own, this was like winning the Super Bowl for Jess.
“I guess you haven’t talked to Irene,” she said quietly.
“Not since last week. She’ll be by later with the cake and other goodies.”
“Damn,” Olivia collected her thoughts. “Well, things have gotten crazy.”
“Oh man kind of crazy or just crazy crazy?”
“Both?” Olivia should have known it would be like this with Jess. “It’s Ben really.”
This line went silent for a moment. “What happened?”
Olivia slogged through the last few days with her. It was strange thinking of all the things that had happened leading up to the weekend.
“So what are you going to do?” Jess asked.
“Well, tonight we’ll meet Ben and figure things out more.” Olivia shrugged, despite her friend being unable to see her. “Not much else I can do.”
“I guess that means tonight will be too much.”
Olivia twisted the material from her shorts in her hand. It was likely Reed wouldn’t be thrilled about her going, but she had to at least make the effort to be there. She stared off into the distance contemplating her options. Meg. If she could get ahold of her, they could join forces against Reed and attend the event.
“I’ll be there. Might need to add a few people to the guest list.”
“You got it. My boss might be able to help out with this. He’s some big shot around town and seems to know a lot of people.” She paused. “People with interesting backgrounds.”
“Oh my God! Are you working for the mob?” Not the Russians, surely.
“Well.” Jess floundered for a moment. “Not exactly. These guys are Irish, not Italian, but I guess it’s the same idea.”
At least it wasn’t the Russians.
“I don’t know.” Her insides twisted at the idea she would have to meet with those sorts of people.
“Listen, he’s a nice guy. I think he’s more good than bad. It’s worth a shot.”
There it was. Anything to help her brother should be worth a shot.
“And if you’re worried,” Olivia could heard the grin in her voice, “bring the hunky orgasm master.”
“Jess!”
“Hey, don’t say it unless you want me to use it. Besides, it couldn’t hurt to have a little muscle.” Olivia laughed loudly at her friend.
“All right. I’ll have to see what I can do.” Olivia looked at the clock on the wall. It was just pushing two. “I might need to call in reinforcements for this.”
“Do what you have to,” Jess said. “Just call if you can’t make it, and Liv…” The line went quiet. “Be careful.”
“I will,” Olivia said. Love for her friends washed through her. They had been so amazing through the years and always looked out for her. It was nice to have people she could count on.
Olivia glanced at her phone. There was really only one person she could think of that might be able to help her out. It was going to piss off Reed, but he wouldn’t like it any which way she spun it.
She pressed send on her phone before she could take it back.
“Hey, Meg.” Olivia swallowed the lump
When her cell chimed, she nearly jumped off the couch. She stared at the display, but the unknown number baffled her.
“Hello?” she said uncertainty.
“Save this number, woman. This club is amazing! I can’t wait until it’s filled up tonight.”
Olivia sighed at the sound of her friend’s voice. “Hey, Jess. So is this the club number?”
“Yup. All set up and ready to go. You ready to get your funk on?” Jessica laughed lightly on the phone. Always ready for the next big party.
“Shit,” Olivia mumbled.
“Oh no you don’t,” her friend started in. “You are not pulling this shit. This is the big opening, and I need all the support I can get. You know what a big deal this is for me.”
She did know what a big deal this was. In fact, it had been the only thing her friend had talked about for weeks. As her first big marketing event on her own, this was like winning the Super Bowl for Jess.
“I guess you haven’t talked to Irene,” she said quietly.
“Not since last week. She’ll be by later with the cake and other goodies.”
“Damn,” Olivia collected her thoughts. “Well, things have gotten crazy.”
“Oh man kind of crazy or just crazy crazy?”
“Both?” Olivia should have known it would be like this with Jess. “It’s Ben really.”
This line went silent for a moment. “What happened?”
Olivia slogged through the last few days with her. It was strange thinking of all the things that had happened leading up to the weekend.
“So what are you going to do?” Jess asked.
“Well, tonight we’ll meet Ben and figure things out more.” Olivia shrugged, despite her friend being unable to see her. “Not much else I can do.”
“I guess that means tonight will be too much.”
Olivia twisted the material from her shorts in her hand. It was likely Reed wouldn’t be thrilled about her going, but she had to at least make the effort to be there. She stared off into the distance contemplating her options. Meg. If she could get ahold of her, they could join forces against Reed and attend the event.
“I’ll be there. Might need to add a few people to the guest list.”
“You got it. My boss might be able to help out with this. He’s some big shot around town and seems to know a lot of people.” She paused. “People with interesting backgrounds.”
“Oh my God! Are you working for the mob?” Not the Russians, surely.
“Well.” Jess floundered for a moment. “Not exactly. These guys are Irish, not Italian, but I guess it’s the same idea.”
At least it wasn’t the Russians.
“I don’t know.” Her insides twisted at the idea she would have to meet with those sorts of people.
“Listen, he’s a nice guy. I think he’s more good than bad. It’s worth a shot.”
There it was. Anything to help her brother should be worth a shot.
“And if you’re worried,” Olivia could heard the grin in her voice, “bring the hunky orgasm master.”
“Jess!”
“Hey, don’t say it unless you want me to use it. Besides, it couldn’t hurt to have a little muscle.” Olivia laughed loudly at her friend.
“All right. I’ll have to see what I can do.” Olivia looked at the clock on the wall. It was just pushing two. “I might need to call in reinforcements for this.”
“Do what you have to,” Jess said. “Just call if you can’t make it, and Liv…” The line went quiet. “Be careful.”
“I will,” Olivia said. Love for her friends washed through her. They had been so amazing through the years and always looked out for her. It was nice to have people she could count on.
Olivia glanced at her phone. There was really only one person she could think of that might be able to help her out. It was going to piss off Reed, but he wouldn’t like it any which way she spun it.
She pressed send on her phone before she could take it back.
“Hey, Meg.” Olivia swallowed the lump
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