Vick: Is there a reason I’m included here?
Me: Bastian seems to think you’re a part of this.
Bastian: She is and will be throughout.
Vick: Happy to do what needs to be done.
Me: We need more research on the company to start.
Vick: I’ll pull everything I have and begin in the morning.
Bastian: We can meet next Wednesday. Sounds like there’s a Halloween party, so guess I get to see you both this weekend.
Me: Guess so.
Vick: YAS!
I walkedout of my office and shut off the lights as I made my way to the elevators. A large sign hung right above the elevator buttons and it read:
Halloween Frights and Costume Party
This Saturday
Meet at Farmland Haunted House
Costume Party 10 p.m. at Stonewood Tower
Dress to IMPRESS
Jett Stonewood is giving away $1000 for best costume
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I grumbled as I stabbed the elevator door and then dialed Vick’s number.
She ignored my call.
I called again, and she sounded out of breath when she answered. “I’m a little busy.”
“You were just texting. A little busy doing what?” My mind went right back to the pool in my gut, and I wondered if she was out of breath from doing shit with Stevie she should only be doing with me.
“I told you I was on a date!” she whisper-yelled.
“Oh, like Stevie gives a shit. He’d probably come if he knew you were on the phone with me.”
“What do you want?”
“Where are you?”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, you at dinner or at his place already?”
“I’m not a cheap date.”
“Could have fooled me.”
“We’ve never been, nor will we ever go, on a date.”
“Fine,” I sighed and walked out of the elevators as they opened up. “I didn’t say you could book a haunted house for the party and offer a thousand-dollar prize.”