"Ashley," I yell and go in search of her to pass on the bad news. Looks like she's on her own for this packing at least for a little while.
There's not time to change my clothes into something more acceptable. Every second I waste getting this suit to Vincent is another second he can think of new work punishments for me. I slip on a pair of tennis shoes I've left by the front door and grab my purse on the way out. Sweats and a heavily worn t-shirt from my undergrad university will have to do as business casual.
This morning as we apartment shopped, I dressed nicely, but I have a rule that when you're home jeans can f**k off. The one upside to getting a place with just Ashley that as soon as I walk in the apartment, I will be able to strip. Something I couldn't do with Jonathan living her
