CHAPTER 19
I’D JUST LOCKED myself into a stall when the outer door to the bathroom opened. The click of footsteps on tile headed for the mirrors on the far side of the room, and I heard a zipper being undone followed by a woman’s nasal voice.
“Who is she?”
“I’ve got no idea. I’ve never seen her around before. Maybe she’s from LA? He has a house there, doesn’t he?”
“Don’t worry, Katya. I’m sure she won’t last long. They never do. Except for Emerson, obviously. I wonder where she is tonight.”
“Hopefully she’s jumped off a bridge, the annoying bitch.” The woman sighed, but it came out as more of a hiss. “You’re right. The new girl’s probably a five-minute fancy. Her face hardly fits, does it? Nick’s normally got better taste than that.”
Oh hell, they were talking about me, weren’t they?
