Courtney: I saw pictures of them together on f*******: and asked who she was.
Courtney: SO HE BREAKS UP WITH ME! I’M SO FURIOUS!
The text messages go on and on, and she’s still sending them.
Viola: I’m so sorry. Everything is going to be okay. I’ll text you back in just one minute. I’m not ignoring you, I promise.
And just like that, the messages temporarily stop. Thank God. I throw my phone on the couch just as Travis walks from the kitchen, removing his suit jacket. He places it on the back of the couch and undoes his tie with one hand because he’s holding tight to the bottle of Jose Cuervo in the other. Even though he’s not himself at the moment, he still looks hot as hell. I want him to talk to me, tell me what’s going on, but he’s sealed so tight I doubt the CIA could hack into hi
