The wedding goes without a hitch. For the first time in days, I breathe a sigh of relief. I settle behind my desk, getting ready to finish up for the day, leaving the night manager to handle the end of the wedding. I am about to log out when my phone vibrates. It’s a text from Valen.
Valen: Still waiting for that invoice?
I plan on ignoring him and dealing with it tomorrow, but his next text message had me scrambling for my email.
Valen: Do I need to stop over and deal with it personally?
Evy: Sending it through now and the booking confirmation.
I quickly reply, going through the calendar to find a suitable date. I add it to the schedule when an idea hits me. If it costs too much, he would surely decline.
I write up the invoice and send it through to his work email, which he texted
